Whatever you're doing right now (reading this stupid review, probably), STOP. Stop right this instant, and call Little Owl to try and book a reservation. You'll have the hardest time of your life, and for good reason.
Our table ordered the salmon, steak, and crispy chicken. None of them were better than any other, yet all of them were the best plates of pristine culinary excellence I've ever had the pleasure of dining on. Can't go wrong with the grilled tomatoes and other appetizers, either.
It can't be recommended enough based on the culinary delights alone. Certainly helping pull off the whole experience are the wonderful decor, location in the West Village, and adorable wait staff.
This little place currently has the phones ringing off the hook, and I frankly wish I wouldn't add more fuel to the fire by posting this review. Can't help it - the world deserves to know about this little place with big success.
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