Tapestry – An Evolving Witty, Grandiloquent, and Comforting Menu

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Fans of the Suvir Saran era at Devi are crowding into a West Village storefront with whitewashed brickwork and color-splashed art to explore the flowering of his obsessions with free-form Indian spicing at Tapestry.  The evolving menu is witty, grandiloquent, and comforting by design — partly Italian and assuredly French, with Mexican detours and a bow to how Americans picnic.

Tapestry - An Evolving Witty, Grandiloquent, and Comforting MenuSaran gets his oversized Lancaster-raised chickens for frying from D’Artagnan.

“When you think of it, Mexico and India have a lot of cumin in common,” FloFab quoted Saran in her opening alert.

Tapestry - An Evolving Witty, Grandiloquent, and Comforting MenuThe newly trim Suvir Saran has set up a new colony in the West Village.

Devotees who have kept in touch with Saran’s culinary yearnings through his cookbooks know that he has spent recent years commuting to San Francisco from American Masala Farm in upstate Hebron where he lives with his partner Charlie, raising chickens, geese, sheep, and goats and making kumquat marmalade. His restaurant American Masala seemed endlessly imminent out west.

Tapestry - An Evolving Witty, Grandiloquent, and Comforting MenuSomething Wicked: mescal, habanero, sangrita, pineapple and lime.

But I’m not only a fan. I’ve been a crony since 1999, when my guy and I went off to India for three months, fortified with introductions to his friends, the who’s who of upper class Delhi. In 2005, we scouted the labyrinth of Delhi’s sprawling bazaar to taste his favorite street snacks for Food and Wine magazine and ate at Veda, the local seedling of Devi in Connaught Circle. We visited his mother’s home and, surrounded by doting aunties, heard Suvir sing a lilting chant in Hindi, sounding something between a hymn and a love song, his voice haunting and dramatic. Click here to read “Insatiable in New Delhi with Suvir Saran.”

Of course, I knew, there seemed to be endless barriers to the San Francisco restaurant project, but I had no idea he’d been back in New York for fifteen months working on Tapestry without telling anyone. At first he was just the consultant, designing and staffing a restaurant for art and entertainment entrepreneur Roni Mazumdar, who owns MasalaWala restaurants with his father.

Then Tapestry opened, already booked at most hours you might want to eat.  Saran had been persuaded to become a partner and recruited Joel Corona as chef de cuisine.  I wasn’t there for a launch with friends and family, but soon enough, without warning, I arrived, gave Charlie a kiss at the long white marble bar with its lineup of cocktail accessories in canning jars, and settled at a table in the rear.

Saran, in a spiffy denim apron, newly trim and boyish-looking after giving up an addiction to Coca Cola, makes the rounds as host. There are the essential creative $14 cocktails with Indian detailing that take a long time to arrive. “Smash the System” (bourbon with muddled orange and an espresso-brandied cherry) gets a workout at our table. My friend’s $18 Sapphire martini looks very small.

But it’s not nearly as petite as the sensational banana pudding the four of us are determined to share on another evening, even though it’s smaller than an individual tumbler of Dannon. Saran is indignant when I complain. “It’s small because it’s so rich,” he insists at the end.

“Exactly! That’s why it needs to come in a soup bowl. The waiter should have warned us four people would only get one teaspoon each.”

Tapestry - An Evolving Witty, Grandiloquent, and Comforting MenuTwo thick slices of very French pistachio’d rabbit terrine is enough for the table to share.

But size has nothing to do with anything at Tapestry. Some portions in custom-made Japanese pottery vessels are enough for six to share. Others are more measured. There are only three small triangles of toast alongside two generous rectangles of excellent rabbit terrine that first evening. I have the waiter make two separate trips for more.

Given the current trending of vegetable creativity, no one in our group objects to the idea that we’ve ordered cauliflower three different ways, starting with Hakka spice-roasted cauliflower with tomato-spice jam from the category listed as “Nashta/Noshing.” That’s a loose translation that proves the New Delhi import is officially an incurable New Yorker.

We send the waiter off in search of serving spoons so we can dish up Rick’s cauliflower and pappardelle with chile, garlic and buttery crumbs. Yes, each of us already has a soupspoon atop the  imported Italian napkin, but that doesn’t allow for double-dipping.

Tapestry - An Evolving Witty, Grandiloquent, and Comforting MenuFrom American Masala Farm comes the goose egg and bacon of “Breakfast for Dinner.”

Crunchy Brussels sprouts chaat with tamarind and mint is our second-favorite dish after the special, “Breakfast for Dinner,” that features a thick slice of bacon Saran cured himself at the farm last year under a tremulous giant goose egg ready to smash.

Plantain crisps arrive alongside a tart sea bass ceviche with a chile kick and pickled onions. Curry leaves and black garlic give the fritto misto an exotic flair. It turns out we don’t need two orders of Masala fried chicken – these pedigreed birds are huge. With peanut slaw and aloo bharta (potato salad) tucked in the bowl, it’s Saran’s salute to an American picnic.

I had asked for the honey-glazed pork chop “rare.” It comes sadly overcooked and a bit dry, with a third iteration of cauliflower – this time, roasted with onions and caramelized apples.

Tapestry - An Evolving Witty, Grandiloquent, and Comforting MenuPastry chef Crystal Hanks does a monumental passion fruit pavlova with fresh berries.

I’m not a lover of hard meringue. I’m more of a sticky toffee fan. But pastry chef Crystal Hanks’ passion fruit pavlova with fresh berries and whipped cream is exceptional. I wish Saran would let her bake some of his classic American cakes.

The bill, $94 each with tip, strikes me as pricey for the West Village. Granted we over-ordered. Still, noshes can run $23 and entrees are $25 to $45. But the Michelin-star-worthy petits fours the house sends at the end — luscious pâtes de fruit, candied orange peel, and a truffle for each of us — are disarming, an emblem of haut ambition.

A week later, I’m back with three friends eager to taste the new dishes. They would be mostly less expensive, the chef has promised. And indeed, fire-roasted eggplant bruschetta with pomegranate, cilantro, onions, mustard oil, and parmigiana is a hit and just $13. The fattoush salad — a $16 toss of romaine, radish, cucumber, cherry tomatoes, sumac and pita croutons — disappears too. I long to see a variation on his richer-than-BillGates mac’n’cheese, but so far he’s holding out.

Tapestry - An Evolving Witty, Grandiloquent, and Comforting MenuTamarind chicken wings in basil-mint yogurt sauce will test your tolerance for sticky fingers.

Duck confit sopas with a United Nations of accents sit in a bowl of yogurt crema. I prefer the giant tamarind chicken wings — whole and sticky and so huge they could be eagle wings. It’s tricky to cut them apart and eat with your fingers. My companion thinks they’re not worth sticky fingers. But I don’t mind. A dip into my water glass, a dab of the couturier napkin. Wonderful. Now I’m finishing hers.

I’m a fool for the $15 chicken and goose liver pate, too. It comes in a canning jar under sauternes-champagne-pink peppercorn jelly, studded with slivers of kumquat. And there is more than enough thick, buttered toast. Under cover of intense conversation across our table, I confess to consuming more than my share.

The harira posole is an inspired and spicy mixed marriage; I’m wild about hominy, though dry shreds of chicken breast are not for me. I prefer dark meat, of course, but it could be a white fish tossed in at the last minute, or scallops or even avocado. (Excuse me, for fantasizing here.)

The menu says lentil and rice porridge. Still, I’m surprised when four soup bowls arrive so we can share the birbal kee khitcheree. In his American Masala recipe, Saran describes it as a one pot vegetarian meal transported by layers of spices and vegetables sautéed in clarified butter that takes several hours to make. It’s definitely the triumph of the evening. In mid-14th century India, a court official made a khitcheree so enchanting, Saran writes, that the Emperor Akbar decided to make him a Raja. It’s definitely the triumph of the evening.

My pals alternate between indignation and amusement over the Barbie doll banana pudding. But the goodie gift with its supernal pâte de fruit stifles the clucking. That, and a reasonably gentle check, just $64 each, tip included.

It won’t be just affection for Suvir that brings me back. I’m quite taken with his invention. There’s not much a critic should do for a friend, except possible ignore him. The truth is not everything dazzles. The last-minute shavings on top are too often similar. But I’m eager to see what innovation the summer harvest inspires. And then autumn. It may not be easy to get a table. I’ll abandon discretion, I suppose, and ask for a favor. I’ll hope our friendship survives my quibbles.
60 Greenwich Avenue between Seventh Avenue South and 11th Street. 212 373 8900. Dinner Sunday through Wednesday 5:30 to 10:30 pm. Thursday through Saturday 5:30 to 11:30 pm


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  • In her role as restaurant critic of New York Magazine (1968 to January 2002) Detroit-born Gael Greene helped change the way New Yorkers (and many Americans) think about food. A scholarly anthropologist could trace the evolution of New York restaurants on a timeline that would reflect her passions and taste over 30 years from Le Pavillon to nouvelle cuisine to couturier pizzas, pastas and hot fudge sundaes, to more healthful eating. But not to foams and herb sorbet; she loathes them. As co-founder with James Beard and a continuing force behind Citymeals-on-Wheels as board chair, Ms. Greene has made a significant impact on the city of New York. For her work with Citymeals, Greene has received numerous awards and was honored as the Humanitarian of the Year (l992) by the James Beard Foundation. She is the winner of the International Association of Cooking Professionals magazine writing award, 2000, and a Silver Spoon from Food Arts magazine. Ms. Greene's memoir, "Insatiable, Tales from a Life of Delicious Excess"(www.insatiable-critic.com/Insatiable_Book.aspx )was published April 2006. Earlier non-fiction books include "Delicious Sex, A Gourmet Guide for Women and the Men Who Want to Love Them Better" and "BITE: A New York Restaurant Strategy." Her two novels, "Blue skies, No Candy" and "Doctor Love" were New York Times best sellers. Visit her website at: www.insatiable-critic.com

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