"There are few things more exhilarating than trying to get a table at Buvette on a weekend afternoon. As you peek through the windows on Grove Street, you’ll see people enjoying brioche french toast and the fluffiest eggs in all of New York City, and you’ll think to yourself, “That could be me.” Yes, it could be you—if you put your name in with the host and wait a few hours. Think about waiting for a table at this cramped, yet charming French spot from the Via Carota people as a West Village rite of passage." - neha talreja, will hartman, bryan kim, kenny yang