The first time I ate at Buvette, a Parisian-style café / bistro in the West Village, I distinctively had a sense of déjà vu. Except the food was so good, I was focused on each of the tiny plates of delight than digging through my memory bank on the source of the déjà vu. Later, after the food coma has subsided, I realized that this used to be The Pink Teacup and I was there over 10 years ago. This is just one of those magical things about NYC. Except, we are not here about the past, but the present and most specifically, how good the food is at Buvette. A small menu serving French-inspired small plates, great for sharing, Buvette is a 50-seat gastroteca, a place where people meet for casual food and drink any time of day. It is great any time of the day. Trust me. I’ve had all three meals there and every single time it is a delight.