It goes without saying you eat at Pastis to check everyone else out. Imagine yourself walking on a runway while you're being led to your table. That's the only to walk within the hallowed halls of this bistro over in the Meatpacking District.
Once you're sat down, you will find the food to be very good. Brunch options included eggs and a salmon dish that I inhaled in a most unsophisticated fashion, garnering stares from my impeccably mannered neighbors. But even the fashionably chic are very noisy, as evidenced as Pastis. You can barely hear yourself think and upon leaving, I discovered I had Man's Biggest Migraine from the decibel level inside.
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