“I want a mojito.” —Federico García Lorca
Just a hell of a poet that guy was.
And he’d have loved Gardënia, the kind of airy Latin-Mediterranean spot where you can while away a whole damn day. It’s open now in the West Village.
When you’ve got a date and there’s even a chance that date might be interested in talking with you over tuna tacos or a raspberry-cumin mojito or a few of both, your mind should now drift to this charming picket-fenced-yard-with-a-hammock-on-a-weekend kind of a place.
Which just about exhausts our ability to explain it in words. Let’s let the slideshow do the rest.
Just a hell of a poet that guy was.
And he’d have loved Gardënia, the kind of airy Latin-Mediterranean spot where you can while away a whole damn day. It’s open now in the West Village.
When you’ve got a date and there’s even a chance that date might be interested in talking with you over tuna tacos or a raspberry-cumin mojito or a few of both, your mind should now drift to this charming picket-fenced-yard-with-a-hammock-on-a-weekend kind of a place.
Which just about exhausts our ability to explain it in words. Let’s let the slideshow do the rest.