Mon-Wed, noon-11pm; Thu-Sat, noon-midnight; Sun, noon-10pm
A, C, E at 14th St.; L at Eighth Ave.
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Italian for "bearded", Barbuto is the rustic, rambling restaurant that shares space with Industria Superstudio, in a converted warehouse and garage, with eight separate studios rented for high-fashion photo shoots (sister atelier: Milan). Framed by hanging, pewter light fixtures, polished concrete floors and pleated garage doors that fold up, accordion-style, when it’s balmy outdoors, Barbuto still manages to feel like a languid, clubby patio deck shored up by whitewashed brick and candles. At the bar, a glossy, walnut, scythe-shaped affair, are plates of olives drizzled with oil. Fortifying autumnal picnic foods for when there’s a snap in the air. Locals dawdle over Peroni, their backs discretely turned to candlelit tables filled with second-date couples scooping up steaming plates of fresh pastas and sea scallops. A four-page wine list is provided, but dolce your vita and let the ducky guy behind the counter invent a shot on the spot. Years ago, a sweet, little sign on the door said to bring a sweater on breezy nights. The species really is much kinder in Tuscany.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.