You know the drill: cozy French bistro, tin-paneled ceilings, Moroccan tiles, and about a dozen little two-tops tucked next to a smart, dark-wood bar. That’s Soho’s Little Prince to a tee, complete with a straightforward menu that hits all the familiar Francophile notes from Paul Denamiel of Le Rivage. Steak tartare? Check—the version here uses hand-cut Pat LaFrieda beef and carries a copious amount of heat thanks to the addition of a house-infused chili oil. A smoky frisée salad is on deck as well, but better to opt for the delicate, multicolored beet starter served with tangy grapefruit over a mild whipped goat cheese. There’s an elegant ratatouille for vegetarians, too, presented in an entrée portion at both dinner and brunch with a light poached egg over the top. Despite all the hush-hush romantic touches—candles, flowers, steak au poivre—the vibe here is surprisingly festive: You might catch the bartender shaking his hips to a country tune as the dinner hour draws to a close, and service is anything but stuffy (read: generous pours). But with its big-ticket location in close proximity to the classic Raoul’s
and a hop skip to Balthazar
, Little Prince doesn’t exactly stand out as a full dinner destination—think of it instead as a solid neighborhood option for a couple of glasses of pink wine or splitting the decadent soupe a l’oignon burger with your petit ami.