If you've been on TikTok in the past two years, you've seen the butter board. A wooden board slathered with softened butter, topped with honey, flaky salt, herbs, and edible flowers. People dip bread into it. It looks decadent. It looks ridiculous. It looks like something that could only exist in 2024-2025 food culture. Well, the trend has officially hit New York City, and there's a restaurant in the West Village that's made it their signature dish. I went on a humid Tuesday night in June to see if it's actually good or if it's just another Instagram gimmick.
The Restaurant: A Quick Backstory
The place is called Butter and Boards, opened in April by chef Marcus Chen, who previously worked at a Michelin-starred spot in San Francisco. The concept is simple: everything is centered around butter. Not just the butter board, but also butter-basted steaks, butter-poached seafood, and even butter-infused cocktails. It sounds like a heart attack on a plate. But I was curious.
The space is small—maybe 30 seats—with a long wooden bar and an open kitchen. The vibe is cozy but trendy. Lots of exposed brick and warm lighting. The crowd was mostly couples and groups of friends in their late 20s to early 30s, phones out, documenting everything. I was no exception.
The Butter Board Experience
The butter board itself costs $28 and comes with a basket of freshly baked sourdough. The board is a wide, flat piece of wood, and the butter is spread thickly across it. On top: a drizzle of wildflower honey, a sprinkle of Maldon salt, some fresh thyme, and a scattering of edible flowers. It's beautiful. It looks like something you'd see in a magazine.
But how does it taste? Honestly? Better than I expected. The butter is high-quality European-style butter (I asked—it's from a small farm in Vermont). It's rich and creamy, and the honey adds a floral sweetness that balances the salt. The sourdough is tangy with a good crust. It's a simple pleasure. But is it worth $28? That's the question.
I think it depends on your perspective. If you're looking for a shareable appetizer for two or three people, it's fine. The bread is refillable, and the butter is generous. But it's not a meal. It's a gimmick. A delicious gimmick, but a gimmick nonetheless. I couldn't help but feel like I was paying for the experience more than the food.