You take the high road; we’ll take the low road. And we’ll be in Scotland before ye.
Because of a shortcut to Highlands, a West Village tavern embodying the new Glasgow scene.
The owners (alums of Public, Double Crown, and the UK’s Groucho Saint Judes) will turn out proper hot toddies, gin and tonics (cucumber-infused ice), and whiskey cocktails (homemade ginger beer) in a bustling bar designed to suggest industrial-era romanticism (see: reclaimed lampposts, glass panels from Edinburgh train station).
The adjacent dining room for 32 is pretty, witty, and Gaelic with the aristocratic eccentricities of Inverness. Bonny lads and lassies will dine on pâtés, mussels, scallop bacon burgers, or fish and chips.
In adorable accents, we were informed that there’s a private party tomorrow, the place is opening next week, and a hearty, hefty Scottish fry brunch (Stornoway black pudding, potato scones) will follow in two weekends.
Be sure to take the clan.
Highlands, 150 West 10th Street, between Waverly Place and Greenwich Avenue.