Last weekend, Vadim and I had the distinct pleasure of Carrie and Andrew's company. Andrew had come down to the city from Boston for a bike race- and apres we cajoled them into Park Slope for a dinner at Babouche.
Tall ceilings, sunken couches and mountainous portions of divine hummus. Sadly no longer BYOB, but they do have a decent selection of wines. The Moroccan Rose matched well with the flavor of the balsamic reduction and simplicity of the warm pita.
The servers are fabulous, in white linen, beautiful face, on cue and they always welcome us as good friends- rubbing our backs and clasping our hands as we enter and depart.