My friend Ali and I just ate at a little french place called Buvette in the West Village. We sipped some wine, ate some delicious french food, and made a new friend (our waiter was so nice – shout out to Antoine!). I felt like I was in a small cafe in Paris. We sat at a tiny table right behind the bar on little circular stools – it couldn’t have been more perfect. Sometimes you just can’t beat the classics.