[Pigging by Wilfrid: December 19, 2016]
This place came out of nowhere, as far as I was concerned. Instagram friends started posting (professional, staged) photos of meaty dishes: I looked it up, and it was in the old Garage space.
The Garage. I'd ordered margaritas there, in the big barn of a bar, but not in some years. It's on what became the touristy section of Seventh Avenue (upstairs at The Duplex and Marie's are hardly safe these days), and I should think a McNally-esque brasserie ought to do well.