Narrow bistro accommodates two dozen plus two and not a soul more.
Drinking without gimmickry, which on some nights can be a real godsend.
EV Skee-Ball bar pleases the kiddies (and the nostagic).
Actually, very much in favor of the grain.
What is vintage good for if not a bit of nostalgia.
Sequestered upstairs joint with rules against unruliness. Precious, but the ladies love it.
Neighborhood veggie powerhouse is the anti-Mickey D's.
Pete Wentz's emo boy clubhouse. Don't trip over Ashlee Simpson hugging the porcelain god.
Tiny spot demonstrates excellent vintage taste.
Neighborhood coffee shop by day, labyrinthine basement club by night.
Savory, quick, and feisty Italian delivers knockout punch to your garlic gland.
Vaguely Morrocan East Village bakery houses many a tasty vegan treat and heavy hangover.
Watering trough for studied punks and indie-viduals. Bring your A Pac-Man game.
Manure-free urban farm sates virtuous, albeit rare, healthy food cravings.
Polish greasy spoon reborn as Lebanese charmer. And so goes the East Village ...
How do you rise above the 6th Street curry trap? Lamb potpie! Un-screaming décor helps, too.
Michael Bao Hyunh strikes while the bánh mì iron is hot with another Saigon sub shop.
Euro-level sophistication fostering a chill scene.
Stealth Cuban on Avenue C.
Kitschy theme bar serving up mani/drink combos under a row of hair dryers.
Chef Malik Fall brings global flavor to East First Street's mini restaurant row.
Tiny like your first apartment, but lacking that roomie/schizo you found on craigslist.
Eclectic Euro grub meets retro upscale diner that makes friendly with tight wallets.
East Village finally gets legit burger joint in former Bouche Bar.
Neighbor to the Cabin Down Below. Up above, oysters and burgers and drinks with multiple ingredients.
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