Three stories of delight in the West Village. This French restaurant is beloved by many (including me, for this drawing was by request) and has seemingly generated enough culinary drama since opening, in the fall of 2007, to fuel an old-fashioned prime-time soap opera. It hasn’t of course, but it has gone through a series of chefs in its ten-year history, and that’s something. The name, Bobo, if you’re curious, comes from David Brooks’s abbreviation for “bourgeois bohemian.” Personally, I prefer my own coinage of “fauxhemian,” but I don’t write for the Times. (181 West 10 th St. 212-488-2626.)
Signed fine art Giclee prints on museum-quality, one-quarter-cotton 280 gsm paper with archival inks are available in two sizes:
5 x 7 for $55
9 x 12 for $95
Editions are strictly limited to 365 copies, and each annotated print is a beautiful reminder that our days are numbered.