Martini Lunches and a Melt-in-Your-Mouth Burger in the West Village
A proper martini, the burger that built its name, and a brass-rail lounge that stays quiet enough to talk.
Where the Martini Lunch Lives 🍸
The room reads like an old European club that wandered into the West Village. A terrazzo bar and brass-rail lounge open onto a sunshine-yellow dining room, lively at the edges and calm enough at the table to actually hear each other. The kitchen keeps its ambitions close to comfort. The burger arrives melt-in-your-mouth, the peanut chicken salad lands heartier than it sounds, and the whipped ricotta and ice cream sandwich tend to disappear first. Dinner runs nightly from 5:00 PM, with lunch on Thursdays and Fridays and a slow brunch on weekends. The signature move is the Two-Martini Lunch, poured every Thursday and Friday from noon to 2:45 PM, with twelve-dollar martinis on Sunday and Monday nights for anyone pacing themselves. Tables fill quickly and the kitchen asks that you book ahead, especially for groups. It leans upscale, though the welcome stays neighborhood-warm. Order a martini, settle into the lounge, and let a long meal unfold at its own pace.
