Frenchette

Frenchette feels somehow lived-in and new at the same time, a testament to the highly experienced duo in the kitchen and the buzzing energy of the crowd gathering here each night. A snapshot of the dining room mirrors that of a royal feast: Flintstonian beef ribs are dispatched to one table, a glistening roasted chicken to another. Pretty people sip spritzes in the sun-kissed booths near the entrance. A towering mille-feuille ends one diner's meal, while a dram of Chartreuse punctuates that of another. It's a Dionysian spectacle. Traditional French fare right at home in modern-day Manhattan.