Charlie Bird

Can you kick it? If your automatic, not even thinking about it for a second, couldn't hold it in if you wanted to answer to that question wasn't "Yes we can," we're just going to go ahead and say you're not ready for this place. Because Charlie Bird isn't just the bomb, it's the shit. A neighborhood favorite full of people pretending to be from the neighborhood (oh, New York), this restaurant, decorated with a series of blown up boombox photographs, bright yellow booth, and playing the best vintage hip hop tracks, is definitely not your expected Italian-American bistro. 

The place is regularly bumping, and the outdoor patio is definitely a draw for the warmer days - hey, a midday glass of wine never killed nobody. Though don't kill yourself waiting for an outdoor table on a Sunday. The open air, walk through windows make inside also a prime spot to see and be seen. Still, you'll want to check out the dinner crowd, a chic-chill hybrid the likes of which this city has yet to see in a good long time. Soho strolling tourists need not apply. Razor clams, roasted Chicken & Crispy Bit Salad, Broccoli Rabe. Um, yeah, I think we're in.

Charlie Bird, 5 King Street

Cyndi Ramirez in Marc Jacobs Cat Eye Dégradé Sunglasses


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