Exactly what you think of, when you think of a West Village French spot
Housed in a landmarked building that was formerly owned by the neighboring church, and was more recently a sex shop (god apparently didn't approve), this imperially named and triangularly shaped French spot's chef comes from Casa Pomona and Sel et Gras. She's plating slightly Spanish-influenced fare like steak tartare with Catalan aioli, a duck confit sandwich, and a massive grilled bone-in ribeye for two -- though try to horde it, and you and your dinner guest certainly won't get along… get along Kid Charlemagne, get along Kid Charlemagne… bwaaaa dadada diddlydoodooodoo bwaaa bwaa