About the NeighborhoodIn terms of charm and/or adorability, the West Village is hard to beat. It’s near impossible to one-up the tangle of cobblestoned streets where most made-in-New York romantic comedies end in ardor, the cute corner where cupcakes first became a national obsession at the flagship Magnolia Bakery, the divey bars playing host to incredible jazz musicians and the endless cafes and restaurants where young couples tuck their limbs under tiny tables. And because it’s set on winding streets rather than the grid underlying most of Manhattan, the only way to know it is to wander it once and again.
“The city showed no favoritism. Everything was always new—always changing.”
West Village townhome dwellers don’t always do taxis.
A real West Villager can make stilettos and cobblestones jive.
Pick up a delicious pie at John’s of Bleecker Street.
Don’t judge it till you’ve tried it on a sunny day.
Still delicious and celebrity-filled after more than ten years.
Good for a saunter from Greenwich Ave to the Hudson.
Magnolia cupcakes started it all.
Peep cute pooches in Christopher Street’s Le Petit Puppy.
Organic Avenue is the morning-after answer.
A cozy haven for the obvious, plus English exports.