No phone number I could find.
Went here to celebrate a birthday on a lovely summer afternoon. We sat outside as is the trend these days, which was nice given it's in the East Village nearby one of my first apartments in the city so nostalgia was in the air. I also must say that they should keep the open air market thing going after the pandemic subsides. It's much more enjoyable watching the madness of the city truck on by, especially in this neighborhood. The Village isn't what it used to be, but it's still got the grit and vibe that brings a lot of us derelicts from around the world.
I know, I know the food. Whelp, this place is much more about the wine. And it's Georgian, though that's not specifically advertised. If you're into esoteric Georgian wine look no further. It's great, but not outstanding at least for my more populist tastes, but the ol' other wifey wife who likes weird orange wines made without sulfites was creaming herself.
They also had a great carrot dumpling. The rest of the menu wasn't for me, but these dumplings were lights out. I'd go back just for them. All in all I'd say it's worth the Michelin star, but perhaps that's because I felt twenty years younger for a few hours.
