It’s so new, this 9-table, village restaurant that its website features only a menu and an address. It’s so stylish that even these two offerings are presented, color blocked, in an attention-holding way. Or maybe, I considered, as I saw the home page photo change with each login, the evanescent presentation of MIMI is intentional. After all, the restaurant is named for their grandmother, and I doubt her life could be evoked if put in a box with a drop down menu. She was obviously, herself, a woman of style.
One week in and the graceful bar’s stainless steal surface is still scratch-free (the bartender swears by a nightly light steel wool buff followed by a vinegar wash and an olive oil polish). It’s a pleasant place to sit and share a glass – the white bordeaux is delicious – and chat with one of the young owners. If at one of the 9 small tables (which I think would be great pushed together and taken as a whole for a group of friends), you are offered a menu of french classics. Easy. Delicious.
185 Sullivan Street.