A cute and tiny place, Westville is supposed to seem like a random restaurant in the countryside instead of a spot in the middle of Manhattan. It’s pretty hard to imagine yourself out of the West Village though when you look out the window and see a man in hot pink biker shorts walking his Chihuahua, who also happens to be wearing some type of hot pink sweater dealie. The food is pretty good, and is well priced for the neighborhood, but that just means that it’s scraping the ceiling of what might be considered 'œcheap'. I guess I’ll let you be the judge of that. All I know is that they earned major points with me because they have Tapatio as their hot sauce, and if you don’t know what Tapatio is your life will be much better once you do.
210 W 10th St. @ Bleecker St.