Guys, it might be time to stage an intervention. Michael White is addicted to opening amazing restaurants.
We already dream of Ai Fiori's trofie nero. And wake up craving that tartufata pie at Nicoletta.
And now White has gone and added a new beauty to the rotation, The Butterfly. It's a mid-century modern supper club with strong Wisconsin roots, a nod to White's old stomping grounds and its rib-sticking fare.
Inside: patty melts, fried chicken, bratwurst sliders, and a massive bar presided over by ex-wd~50er Eben Freeman, who's reimagined those old brightly-colored but generally not-so-awesome brandy Old Fashioneds and Grasshoppers for a more discerning audience.
By which we mean you.
But Freeman's also bringing his signature style to new drinks, too, like a mezcal number garnished with a hot-branded orange peel. Which should go nicely with the shrimp toast and Reuben croquettes you're snacking on during the game.
What, you thought just because Michael White's got an addiction to fine food that he's too fancy for a TV above the bar?
He's only human.
Price: 2 (out of 4)
Noise: 2 (out of 4)
Subway: 1 to Franklin St.
Scene: Retro-casual cool
Hot seat: If you just want to graze, pull up a stool and gaze upon that big mirror behind the bar.
Best bets: Patty melt; fried chicken; Grasshopper
Nearby: Jungsik; Brandy Library; Kutsher's Tribeca