One of the seven people who reads this blog regularly is a dear friend of mine whose father happens to own a home in St. Barths. She's not only legit one of the coolest, smartest, most level-headed people I know, she's also the reason I get to go St. Barths every couple of years and stay in a crazy amazing house. Time to pinch myself. Anyway, when I heard this newish meatpacking venue Villa Pacri was the NYC rendition of a St. Barths restaurant, I had to go, because I love myself some SB (for the record, I have never been during P. Diddy "high" season and don't plan on it...it can be charming and low key and wonderful minus the hoopla). I sat at the bar, drank some champagne and munched on yummy bruschetta. The crowd was Euro but isn't that how we like it? I'll def go back. Not to mention, there's a sweet loungey spot below ground level. Something for everyone.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Villa Pacri
One of the seven people who reads this blog regularly is a dear friend of mine whose father happens to own a home in St. Barths. She's not only legit one of the coolest, smartest, most level-headed people I know, she's also the reason I get to go St. Barths every couple of years and stay in a crazy amazing house. Time to pinch myself. Anyway, when I heard this newish meatpacking venue Villa Pacri was the NYC rendition of a St. Barths restaurant, I had to go, because I love myself some SB (for the record, I have never been during P. Diddy "high" season and don't plan on it...it can be charming and low key and wonderful minus the hoopla). I sat at the bar, drank some champagne and munched on yummy bruschetta. The crowd was Euro but isn't that how we like it? I'll def go back. Not to mention, there's a sweet loungey spot below ground level. Something for everyone.
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