359 Bleecker St., New York, NY, 10014
nr. Charles St.
By DorianGray on 8/24/2005
At first I was not sure if the name of this restaurant was a noun or an adjective. Then I wondered if its name changed every month (my first visit coinciding with the portion of the calendar year from which its name derives). Fortunately, all equivocations at August restaurant stopped here. The food and service at this quaint W. Village eatery are top notch. Occupying a space once bequeathed to a pizza parlor, August makes majestic use of its limited space and creates a balance between warmth and sophistication rarely found on that strip of glass menageries known as Bleeker Street. The menu is well composed, the waitresses are darling flowers, and with the exception of one petulant male waiter, the service was impeccable. The oven-roasted orata with a glass of Sardinian white reminds you why you are willing to suffer another New York winter. The flap steak and panzanella reminds you why you don't move back to Cleveland. For dessert I recommend a peach lambic trifle, though my eating-partner can aver on behalf of the profiteroles. This with a glass of Vin Doux will send you home to a head full of pleasant dreams.
By Graciefully_Me on 4/25/2005
The first thing I noticed, once I found a safe corner away from the bustle, was the beautifully shaped ceiling. The lighting, the setting, the visible wooden oven, it appeared warm and friendly, though crowded and just a touch cramped, like most things New York. We stood for about 35 minutes sipping on wine before we were finally seated in the cozy back. From the decor to the atmosphere, everything seemed just a touch above average. Nothing spectacular, was I going to hate taking up a stranger's reccomendation? With the first bite into the croquettes, I fell back into my chair almost spinning in ecstacy. The food was unbelievable. Each dish thoughtfully prepared, each bite deliciously deliberate. Amazing. Oh, by the way, the bartender had a really nice ass. I'm going back for more---croquettes that is......
By mcadams on 2/24/2005
Tucked away in the West Village, there's a buzz around this popular romantic spot. Welcomed with a glass of Pinot, we hardly waited for a seat. The arugula was fresh, and the pork melted in your mouth. We were asked to move just after being seated (space is a little tight), and treated to desserts on the house. The service was responsive, not overwhelming. Overall, a great choice!
By Azures on 12/21/2004
Sitting in the backyard enclosure at night was the perfect setting for a great meal that started with the tarte flambe and ended with homemade cinnamon ice cream. In between, charr with such an exquisitie flavor accompanied by a nice red wine.
By pimr on 11/9/2004
When I was there in Summer 2004, my lamb was bland, in a corn starch based sauce and overpriced. The restaurant already seemed down at the heels and the service was forgettable. I went in with high hopes and my hopes were truly dashed.
By monsoonboy on 11/8/2004
The space was a little small, but that added to the cosy ambience of the restaurant. We ordered 2 appetizers, 2 main courses, a side dish and a bottle of wine. Many of the menu items were not listed in English or were difficult to decipher - which I thought was a little pretentious. The food was good though. What ruined our evening was the service - our waitress seemed in an awful rush to take our order. And while we were enjoying our wine after our meal, the metrosexual host came up to us and said 'would you mind finishing up soon - we have people waiting for your table'. No 'please' or 'kindly'. OK! Please rethink your 'no reservations' policy.
By chimmi on 11/1/2004
On October 24th, a Sunday evening, my husband and I walked into August and were seated immediatedly. The restaurant is small, and the tables are close together but the food makes these things negligable. The gnnochi is as good as everyone says with the sausage and rapini and the pork tenderloin was the best I have ever had. It melted in your mouth - you could cut it with just a fork if you wanted too. I like a restaurant that changes it's menu to reflect the seasonal produce and meat at it's perfection. With food like this I will definetely be back the next time I am in Manhattan.
By leonardcc on 10/1/2004
This place is a terrific new find. I loved everything once we sat down. The wait for a table was long, and the wait for the food longer. However, once we ate we were very impressed. I have to say living in the Chelsea/Gramercy area for Med/Italian we will stick with a great place in our own backyard that has a garden as well (ALEO), and the prices at ALEO are much easier to handle.
By robin4 on 6/25/2004
My husband & I were walking on Bleeker St. and found August. It looked very quaint & European. The restaurant had just opened and we were welcomed in like we were family. We eat there once a week now. It is truly our favorite. The oven roasted chicken is outrageous. They always offer a great selection of wines. It was our anniversary last week and we brought ten of our closest and pickiest friends to the new outdoor, glass enclosed, garden. One exceptional thing was that every dinner came out at the same time, all food was warm and delicious, and the check was very reasonable. I can't say enough about the staff and the owner. They are as warm and friendly as can be. It is truly a delightful experience.
By mauro on 6/19/2004
Recently 3 of us arrived at 8:30, gave our name and were told by the maitre d'(perhaps he was the owner, I don't know) that a table in the garden would be available in 15 minutes. After 1/2 hour's wait, we politely inquired and were told that he had no recollection of us and that it would be at least an hour's wait for a table. After insisting that he couldn't have possibly told us of a 15 minute wait, he finally said yes, he remembered us and GRUDGINGLY offered us an inside table, suggesting that we should be immensely grateful for it. When we responded that we had cancelled a reservation at another restaurant b/c he had told us that we would be seated within 15 mins of our arrival (we had), he sneered at us and suggested that we leave if we were "so unhappy" with our seating arrangement. He then launched into a tirade about his 100-hr work week and told us (again) that if we did not like the table we should leave his restaurant. We happily obliged.