Balthazar
I get it. It's a scene. A dimly lit height of trendy decadence. But let's be real, there's nothing that's going to get me to wait for a table at Balthazar. To even have to wait for a table is probably a sign that you're not on Balthazar level. Still, if you've been dreaming of breaking bread like a desperately fashionable European, you can always take things on the road, street style, and pick up a jambon-beurre on demi-ficelle or an orange brioche from their bakery. That or you can cut away and find equally indulgence menus elsewhere.
Balthazar, 80 Spring Street
[Photo via @leeclowerphotography]