Philip Marie

Have been back to PM many times, both in the main room and the private wine cellar for special occasions. The food is always wonderful, inventive, different (wild boar anyone?) and delicious. The service never fails, from the moment you step in, until your completely sated departure. The space is beautiful, romantic, welcoming. I've turned on countless friends to PM and all have had the same experiences. Toques off to John Greco, Herb Westphalen & staff.

We found this by accident in looking for a place near a Gr. Village theater. We were suitably mpressed; everything is quite well done. A real treat! By all means, go!

I came here with my girlfriends for a fun night out, and we could not have had a better time. The the food was amazing (and affordable!) and we had such a good time with our waitress, we invited her out afterwards. We are going to make it a girls night out ritual to come to Philip Marie again and again. Definitely Go!

My husband and I spent a recent weekend in the city and came upon Philip Marie on a sunny spring day. The menu board had a prix fixe lunch for $8.95 which caught my husband's attention. I feared for the worst but since there was a table open on the sidewalk and I like to people watch I figured it was worth a try if I stuck to the essentials. What a surprise! I ordered the special wrap sandwich. I have high food standards and this was the best sandwich I have ever had and I am 60!. Green tortilla, rare grilled tuna, asparagus, mesclun, tomato, onion, pesto, and capers in perfect proportion to eachother. I think it was some ridiculous low price like $6.95 with incredible homemade shoestring pomme frites. My husband's prix fixe was a bowl of delicious gumbo, a very good grilled vegetable pasta dish, cake and coffee. The service was very slow and we had to go inside and just about beg for the check. Maybe that's why its so cheap. But we were in no hurry so we were happy. We are both native New Yorkers but now live in Cambridge, MA. Can you believe that my husband wants to go back to New York for more weekends because the food is more affordable than he is used to in Cambridge?

I looked up Philip Marie to get the exact address of an all time favorite spot. I decided to read the other reviews and they are RIGHT! What happened to this place? Did the chef Maro stop caring? I wanted to take my husband to the wine room for his birthday but I doubt I'd be back. The escargot appetizer was far too salty and the Lobster Ravioli far too fishy. The service was great but what happened to the yummy factor?

After having several friends praise this West Village hot spot, we decided to try it...and boy were we glad we did. We made our first reservation on a very busy Saturday night a few weeks ago. The wait was only 5 minutes and we were seated in a front window table (a great view of this charming part of town.) The waiter was efficient, polite and knew the wine list...a plus for us. Our food arrived with great timing. My appetizer, a new twist on Oysters Rockefeller, was amazing. The Wild Boar was suckulent and flavorful (wraped in smokey pancetta) and the Plank Salmon was outstanding. We barely had room for dessert, but forced ourselves. Don't miss the Pumpkin Fritters. We booked our Thanksgiving dinner before we left. Our entire family had the best Thanksgiving in years...they even gave us "left-overs" for a midnight snack. We'll be back!

Philip Marie has always seemed an appealing place to dine. It is elegant in an underdone way and has large windows that are perfect for people and neighborhood watching. I first went there very early last year and remembered being impressed by the food and the service. Unfortunately, it has changed, I learned last week when I had the distinct misfortune of dining there. I'm not a particularly picky eater - and it stopped me in my tracks. The decor is still pleasing, if not as eyecatching. The wait staff is young, good looking, whip smart and impeccably professional. You will enjoy every moment in their company and never wish for better service. I applaud them heartily. The problem, unfortunately, arrives along with the food. Actually, it can begin with the coffee. No self-respecting truck stop would bring you this concoction, but they serve it with panache. And fake creamer. Next up was butternut squash soup. This is not hard to make (although getting the peel off is.) Two or three days ago, this substance might have been okay, but I did not feel like donning cape and tights and flying against the Earth's rotation to wind back the clock. That day, anyway. The cornbread crumbs sprinkled atop were salt in the culinary wound. I moved along to the fish, ordered as always medium rare. When it finally showed up, it was not worth the wait. The fish itself was a decent portion, laid over dressed greens and sprinkled a some dried herb. It didn't look medium anything, but it smelled okay so I soldiered on. The dried herbs were as poor a stand-in for taste as you might imagine, and the fish was cooked to teeter-totter firmness, with about the same texture. In case you miss their point, grilled vegetable slices garnishing it were mushy.