Today is a taste.
A hint. A look forward.
A reminder that the weather is finally breaking, and a few short weeks from now, birds will be chirping, skin will be peeking from behind sundresses and the long, cold, nightmarish hibernation will be over.
At which point, you'll remember that you like going out. On dates. With people.
And you'll quietly wonder if there are any sexy new date spots to add to your stable.
To which we'll respond, "Yes, yes there are."
Introducing Betel, a sleek little upscale Thai street-food joint, just now opened in time for your spring awakening in the West Village.
Walking into the unmarked door of Betel, you'll quickly realize the Aussie owners have consulted the courtship oracle—the front room is decked in dark wood, bathed in candlelight and set up with dark corners (not to mention a small back lounge) for canoodling and cocktailing.
You'll want to opt out of a private table (trust us) and take a seat at the long communal table that runs the length of the main room (built at a narrower 18 inches for closer conversations). Here, you can get lost in the din of the room, dig into some Wagyu Brisket and Crispy Skin Duck and sup a rotating cast of muddled concoctions (try the Blackberry Passionfruit Caipiroska) and citrusy whiskey drinks (like the rye-based Sarang Manhattan).
And when spring finally hits for good, they'll be unleashing a private back patio and front sidewalk section for your outdoor dining needs.
Which are much more significant than your regular dining needs.
A hint. A look forward.
A reminder that the weather is finally breaking, and a few short weeks from now, birds will be chirping, skin will be peeking from behind sundresses and the long, cold, nightmarish hibernation will be over.
At which point, you'll remember that you like going out. On dates. With people.
And you'll quietly wonder if there are any sexy new date spots to add to your stable.
To which we'll respond, "Yes, yes there are."
Introducing Betel, a sleek little upscale Thai street-food joint, just now opened in time for your spring awakening in the West Village.
Walking into the unmarked door of Betel, you'll quickly realize the Aussie owners have consulted the courtship oracle—the front room is decked in dark wood, bathed in candlelight and set up with dark corners (not to mention a small back lounge) for canoodling and cocktailing.
You'll want to opt out of a private table (trust us) and take a seat at the long communal table that runs the length of the main room (built at a narrower 18 inches for closer conversations). Here, you can get lost in the din of the room, dig into some Wagyu Brisket and Crispy Skin Duck and sup a rotating cast of muddled concoctions (try the Blackberry Passionfruit Caipiroska) and citrusy whiskey drinks (like the rye-based Sarang Manhattan).
And when spring finally hits for good, they'll be unleashing a private back patio and front sidewalk section for your outdoor dining needs.
Which are much more significant than your regular dining needs.
