As far as things you’ll find inside graffiti-spattered Bushwick garages tonight, this ranks pretty
highly.
Maybe the highest.
Definitely in your top three.
It’s called Le Garage, it’s a charmer of a French bistro for amusing not-easily-amused dates or
indulging your hobby of eating foie gras in unexpected locations, and it’s open now.
Considering that this is a garage, it’s really not very garage-like. Inspect
the accuracy of that statement right here. You’ll enter into a bright, colorful space and make for the
burnt-orange banquettes, posthaste.
The posthaste part being so you can begin on moules marinières, foie gras or potato confit with snails. Or all of it. Follow your
instincts. Continue making good decisions with the hanger steak with potatoes soaked in duck fat
béarnaise.
But we’d be derelict in our duty if we didn’t tell you to dive into the cocktails as well. Try the
Jeanne Hachette, which includes rye, Bénédictine and cinnamon tincture, and sounds delicious.
So, “I’m going to a garage for rye and snails. You in?” is one you can feel free to use.
