Swine

This new West Village eatery is like a half way house between horrible-for-you junk food and gourmet. Essentially, it's the gastronomical equivalent of a bro in a suit. Troughs of fried processed junk are swapped for fancy platters of duck rillette, Rogue “Oregon Blue” cheese, and tongue pastrami. The nachos, while still nachos, are comprised of homemade potato chips covered with béchamel and pickled jalapenos. Bros can still get a burger, it’s just made with brisket and bone marrow.