Tucked between Sophie’s and Ace Bar on East 5th Street is Goat Town, an American Bistro with arched tin ceilings. Opposite the red banquet and subway tiled booths sits a bar with maybe twelve seats. Finishing a 3:00 class at Jivamukti, Caitlin and I met Adam and Ken for the freelancer’s happy hour–perfectly timed to avoid the afterwork crush, and early enough to get home after a bit of wine for some work.
With a wood paneled copper top bar, soft light, and off white walls, Goat Town is warm and inviting. At five when we arrived it was quiet and by seven or eight the rest had been let out of work. There’s a happy hour special with oysters (6) and a glass of muscadet, but I was still recovering from a bout of food poisoning, and so potato leek soup and rosé were about all I could take.
The Isa Rosé (at $38) from Languedoc was pretty tasty, though its initial temperatures broke my teeth. There are at least 16 offerings by the glass and an additional list if you’re committing to a bottle. And though it’s not particularly long, there is enough to drink that’ll to bring me back, including a few cab francs and a Philippe Bornard Tant-Mieux Ploussard.
Being of the farm to table essence, there’s a garden in the back where the chef grows his herbs. And at some point they say there’ll be seating where we can sun up or drink beneath the night. But for now, we’ll have to make do with chilly spring temps and off white framed photographs, like windows into another place and life.
[Where: Goat Town, 511 East 5th Street, New York, NY 10009]