The Paris brasserie that New York deserved. Keith McNally's masterpiece has been packing them in since 1997, and the steak frites haven't aged a day.
Red leather banquettes, antique mirrors, towers of seafood, and the kind of controlled chaos that makes dining feel alive.
Brunch is chaos but dinner is where it shines. The raw bar is excellent, and the bread basket alone is worth the trip.
Everyone from tourists to Anna Wintour
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