After a long hot morning of walking the streets of lower Manhattan and exploring the High Line, we were ready for lunch. Excited by the whole revitalised Meatpacking District, which was new to us (visiting New York after far too long) we homed in in Pastis, which had an authentic French brasserie look and was reassuringly packed.
Despite the crowds, we managed a table outside – cramped, but then again, name a French bistro that doesn’t pack its diners in like sardines ?
I was on a moules kick that week, and these did not disappoint. Excellent.
Loved the Belgian style frites mayonnaise :
Hubby declared his calf’s liver to be good, and it was cooked exactly as he had requested :
Nice thick all-encompassing table napkin :
Nice touches, like a wide range of European magazines and newspapers to read :
Enjoyed lunch, thoroughly recommended and we (of course) paid our own bill.