The room Midtown doesn't deserve, and exactly why you need it
Midtown is going to try to break you. Let it. Then duck into La Grande Boucherie and sit down at the zinc bar.
The room is genuinely extraordinary — which is not a sentence you expect to write about a restaurant on 53rd Street. It sits inside one of those covered arcade passages that cut through the Midtown blocks, so it's half inside, half outside, the street still visible through arched windows at the far end. Above the bar: a stained glass skylight doing something beautiful that has no business being here. Cherry blossoms in enormous vases. Seafood piled on ice. The whole thing.
"It's the 45 minutes where Midtown stops being Midtown."
Don't overthink the order. Sit at the bar, get whatever's on the ice, and have a glass of something white and cold. The food is French brasserie — good, not life-changing — but that's not why you're here. You're here because the room is one of the best in New York and most people walk straight past it.
Not cheap. But Midtown isn't cheap, and at least here you're getting something for it.
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