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.
Posted by alabamawhirly on Oct 12, 2009 2:57:51 PM
It was not open Friday. The sign on the door sent me back to my old spot- Kingswood.
Posted by warrenbobrow on Oct 9, 2009 9:56:16 AM
lovely review... do they pipe peat smoke around the restaurant to bring the smell of the bog into the place? Don't wander out onto the moors @ night!
Posted by judiF on Oct 15, 2009 7:32:10 AM
Cute deer but why don't you have Highland Cattle as mascot? True wild breed, like your place. Check out Punchbrook Farm, Ancramdale, NY for one, or two, or a whole herd!