Claudette
Claudette brings the pastel light of the French Riviera to a leafy West Village corner, all lavender walls and citrus-bright plates.
The kitchen leans hard into Provence and the Côte d'Azur — anchovy-laced socca, a bouillabaisse thick with saffron, branzino charred whole and finished tableside with olive oil. Order the frosé, claim a spot on the garden patio when the weather turns, and let the meal stretch past two hours; nobody here is rushing you out.
Best for: A sun-drenched lunch or long rosé-fueled dinner with friends












