“At Buvette, on Grove and Bleecker, the owner was cooking up whatever was in the fridge and freezer, laying out trays of croque monsieurs and cheese and apples and fresh tartes tatin for the neighborhood. Wines, good wines not likely to go bad because of a power out, were opened with cheerful abandon and poured for anyone who ambled by … ‘That’s why I got into this in the first place,’ she said. ‘To feed people. To offer a sense of community and warmth.’”
Read more of Brian Cullman’s “Letter from Greenwich Village: Plan B.” here.