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Vingt-quatre restaurants répartis sur huit cuisines, choisis parce qu'ils sont vraiment bons — pas parce qu'ils proposent une navette pour le stade. La plupart valent le déplacement depuis Midtown. Quelques-uns méritent qu'on construise toute la journée autour d'eux.
Fogo de Chão
The full Brazilian churrasco experience — bottomless rodízio means you will need extra time before kickoff. Book three days out minimum.
Beco
Small, cramped, perfect. The feijoada on weekends is what you would eat in Rio. No reservations — show up at 5pm.
Boteco
Half Brazilian bar, half gastropub. Pão de queijo and ice-cold Brahma on draft. Better for a pre-match drink than a full sit-down.
Teranga
The anchor of Little Senegal. Thiéboudienne done correctly. The mafé is richer and more complex than you expect from a lunch counter.
Jolof
Counter service, cash preferred. Lunch plates are twice the size of anything downtown at half the price. The yassa poulet is the order.
Dakar NOLA
Senegalese technique meets Louisiana ingredients. Unusual but convincing. Good for the group that cannot agree on a single cuisine.
Balthazar
The Parisian brasserie that became the original. Steak frites, moules marinières, a wine list that will not insult anyone. Reserve a week out.
La Mercerie
Roman & Williams café with a serious kitchen. Croque monsieur, tarte flambée, housemade pastries. More relaxed than Balthazar, equally well-executed.
Bar Boulud
Daniel Boulud's bistro. The charcuterie board is the move. Close to Columbus Circle for the 1 train directly to Penn Station.
Café Mogador
The enduring classic since 1983. Chicken bastilla, lamb tagine, proper mint tea. The East Village original and still the benchmark.
Barbès
Named for the Paris neighborhood famous for North African culture. Couscous royale, briouat, lamb merguez. More polished and quieter than Mogador.
Zum Stammtisch
The real one. Schnitzel and sauerbraten in a wood-paneled room that has not changed since 1969. Worth the M train ride — this is what German-American New York looks like.
Hallo Berlin
Counter service on the corner of 10th and 44th. Currywurst, bratwurst, döner. No pretense, no reservation needed. Open until 2am on match nights.
Heidelberg
The German neighborhood survivor on 86th Street. Heavy menu, generous portions. Best as a pre-match lunch — the commute post-match is not worth it.
Hornado Ecuatoriano
The name says it. Roast pork, mote, and ají that has real heat. The lunch counter is standing room only on weekends. Arrive before noon.
La Choza
Sit-down, fuller menu. The ceviche de camarón and seco de pollo are both excellent. On Roosevelt Ave, three blocks from 74th Street.
El Cuencano
From Cuenca, hence the name. Llapingachos are the order. Cash only. Get there before 1pm on weekends or accept the wait.
El Malecon
The honest truth: there is no Panamanian restaurant strip in NYC the way there is a Little Senegal or a Jackson Heights. Washington Heights' Dominican-Caribbean community is the closest cultural analog. El Malecon is excellent on its own terms.
Churchill Tavern
The only bar in Midtown that actually feels exported from North London. Proper bitter on tap, pies and mash. Will be packed before the England match — plan accordingly.
Jones Wood Foundry
A proper English gastropub. The Sunday roast justifies the Upper East Side detour. Shepherd's pie is the comfort benchmark; the pie selection varies weekly.
The Breslin
April Bloomfield's gastropub, now under different ownership but still excellent. Scotch eggs, whole roasted pig on Sundays, a whisky list that takes an hour to read.
Quality Bistro
American-French brasserie format that works for any national delegation. Good for the mixed fan table that cannot agree on a single flag.
The Musket Room
New Zealand-influenced tasting menu. Unusual choice for a football crowd, genuinely worth it. Best for the night-before dinner, not match-day lunch.
L'industrie Pizzeria
Brooklyn-style NY pizza as a religious experience. The burrata slice at lunch is the pre-match ritual you did not know you needed. Line out the door on weekends — arrive at 11:30.