citylikeyou — Village Yokocho — New York by Zoë Williams

New York / Restaurant

Tucked away on the second floor, it’s easy to forget you’re in the middle of Manhattan. Order the Ika geso (squid legs) and the nankotsu (chicken cartilage), my personal favorites. You might notice people waiting around a nondescript door inside the restaurant; this is actually the entrance to the speakeasy bar Angel’s Share.

Website
villageyokocho.com

Address
Village Yokocho, 8 Stuyvesant Street, New York, United States

Artist Sculptor Visual Artist

Current city: New York

zoewilliams.com

Zoë Williams creates otherworldly creatures that are inspired by dreams, visions, and the collective unconscious. Born in 1983 in New Orleans, LA, Zoë Williams holds a BA in Fine Art from the University of New Orleans and a Certificate in Fiber Art from the University of Washington. Her work in needle felted wool has been exhibited in galleries around the world. She currently lives and works in New York City. Portrait photo by Walt Cessna.

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