You’re greeted like a very important bird, with a bowl of seed crackers: sunflower, chia, sesame, and flax in shining crisps so delicate that they can barely manage to scoop up fresh pea mash. Birds love seed crackers because birds love seeds. Me, I’m a woman. I like to eat bread.
But here, in a breezy corner of the West Village at Cafe Clover, surrounded by beautiful people, the crackers almost took on the qualities of an elegant, salty cocktail snack, ideal for nibbling while you wait for heftier things to arrive.