Right from the start, you knew how this story would end.
Popular seafood restaurant opens in the West Village.
Popular seafood restaurant falls victim to biblical flood.
Flood subsides to reveal an Italian eatery/wine bar/expertly crafted date spot.
Yes, that old number.
Introducing Caffe Muzio, an all-day espresso bar, enoteca and intimate dining room that’s risen from the waterlogged ashes of Choptank, opening tomorrow.
Think of this rustically styled, multiroom and alfresco-capable gem as a full-service Italian date spot. Or what Eataly would be like if it suddenly slimmed down and started playing the field.
For Date #1, you’ll meander into the windowed and mirrored bar side of the complex. Here, you’ll make use of a counter full of housemade pastries and the kind of drip coffee that’s somewhere between art and prescription drug.
Date #2: a return rendezvous to the exact same spot. Only this time you’ll head straight towards the dimly lit back and settle in at a high-top metal table for bites of Bone Marrow Sformato and quartinos of lambrusco.
From here, you could take that bottle and head across the room to the Roman-inspired restaurant (overseen by Dell’anima’s former chef). Or stay right where you are, and let the olive-steeped vodka and Razor Clam Scapece come to you.
It’s sort of like a Choose Your Own Adventure with specialty cocktails and Italian braised goat.
Popular seafood restaurant opens in the West Village.
Popular seafood restaurant falls victim to biblical flood.
Flood subsides to reveal an Italian eatery/wine bar/expertly crafted date spot.
Yes, that old number.
Introducing Caffe Muzio, an all-day espresso bar, enoteca and intimate dining room that’s risen from the waterlogged ashes of Choptank, opening tomorrow.
Think of this rustically styled, multiroom and alfresco-capable gem as a full-service Italian date spot. Or what Eataly would be like if it suddenly slimmed down and started playing the field.
For Date #1, you’ll meander into the windowed and mirrored bar side of the complex. Here, you’ll make use of a counter full of housemade pastries and the kind of drip coffee that’s somewhere between art and prescription drug.
Date #2: a return rendezvous to the exact same spot. Only this time you’ll head straight towards the dimly lit back and settle in at a high-top metal table for bites of Bone Marrow Sformato and quartinos of lambrusco.
From here, you could take that bottle and head across the room to the Roman-inspired restaurant (overseen by Dell’anima’s former chef). Or stay right where you are, and let the olive-steeped vodka and Razor Clam Scapece come to you.
It’s sort of like a Choose Your Own Adventure with specialty cocktails and Italian braised goat.
