Sometimes you just get that overwhelming urge to go pretend you’re in France for a little bit. And in times like those, those of us lucky enough to live in NYC have a lot of options, from Paris transplants like Angelina to iconic local establishments like Balthazar. But the correct choice on any give day is Buvette.

Buvette is a vibe. It gives exactly what it sets out to give, exactly what we need it to give. It isn’t too pretentious. It’s not any fancier than it needs to be. It is cozy yet fits a surprising number of tables. It is busy but not overwhelmingly so. The food menu is pretty simple and concise, focused on classic French fare from breakfast to dinner. The drinks menu and wine is comprehensive enough to cover off on whatever you might be craving. It feels French without feeling like it is playing French on TV, even as you walk the picturesque streets of the West Village that feel fit for a movie set. Buvette is a special place that despite its popularity and location isn’t too much of a scene, and that alone is worth celebrating.