Chef Andrew Carmellini and his partners from The Dutch,  Lafayette, and Locanda Verde don’t seem to be selling Little  Park, their latest gambit in Tribeca’s Smyth Hotel, as vegetable-forward  or gently priced, but in fact, it’s both. When my brain settles down to  focus on the modest number of choices here, it’s the roots and bulbs  and creepers I’m longing to try.
Cauliflower, a gift from the kitchen, is battered and fried, served with pistachio and Italian parsley.
 
           And if you don’t succumb to  every new trophy of the farmer’s market and too many expensive cocktails  from the Evening Bar – gin with beet powder, scotch with porcini  vinegar -- you might get out for $65. But if you’re curious like us,  seduced by plates in all categories, mostly $13 to $19, and committed to  sweets at the end, forget about thrift.
I could not have imagined that beet tartare could be so seductive, here with horseradish cream and rye crumbs.
  
 
           Believe me when I  testify that the beet root tartare, blended with horseradish cream and rye crumble, beneath a salty crown of smoked trout roe, is the hit of our first dinner -- more  thrilling than the whole wheat spaghetti with pork and cabbage. We pile  the ruby tartare on “spent grain bread,” parsimoniously “served upon  request.” It’s made with the grain leavings of the house’s Greenporter custom made ale. We boldly solicit a refill. Our just-hatched server seems awed by  our audacity. It takes a while – are they baking a new batch?
Sunchokes and black trumpet mushroom tossed with hazelnuts on a creamy puree are thrilling.
 
           Sheer,  almost see-through slices of butternut squash atop burrata with  nasturtium leaves strewn about is a voluptuous little bite, more eye  candy than sustenance, and the celery root pastrami with pickles is a  bit of a hodgepodge. Somehow we’ve overlooked the $18 heirloom carrots  with crumb brûlée and black garlic.
Small peconic bay scallops in a pool of apple cider come in the shell on ice. 
 
           We’ve already explored small  raw scallops still in the shell, sipped their cider pools and done our  usual full swoon over Santa Barbara uni. Given the passion, the waiting,  a sample of the ale and too much bread, it seems like we’ve been in  this corner forever.
A luscious chorus line of sea urchin with bits of cauliflower is topped with caviar. 
           Vegetable posturing -- that I found amusing  at Narcissa, compelling at Via Carota, irresistible at ABC  Kitchen and imperative at Stella-- has become impossible to  ignore. Nor would I want to -- especially here, where Carmellini, who  can be rigid and academic about his growing ambition, seems pleasantly  relaxed. He’s not committed to being French or Italian or early  American. I get the sense he strolled into the kitchen, surveyed the  market delivery, and put together dishes that simply please him.
Just enough rose pink slices of duck breast on turnip salad with duck kebab, at only $19. 
 
          Under  fire-roasted meats there are only three items – rose-pink slices of  duck breast with a duck sausage and turnip salad, the grass fed hanger  with charred broccoli and spatchcock chicken with local green wheat  (freekeh, the menu says).  In two visits, we’ll taste them all and the  $15 spicy shellfish ragu, which is not remarkable.
Kale fans must have their kale, here in squash ravioli with pine nuts. 
 
          We’ll pass  around the plump little black kale ravioli with squash and pine nuts  because there is always someone who has to have kale these days. And  we’ll all tuck into the spatchcock chicken set off by a swirl of squash  puree, because we still have faith in chicken, and most of my pals can’t  even quote Michael Pollan. But the cheese-laced beet risotto is the  real triumph.
Tangy cheese salts this intense beet risotto with poppy seeds.
 
          Jennifer Luk’s splendid winter desserts celebrate  citrus and late autumn fruit: the frozen lemon fluff with honey lemon  sorbet, a sundae of apple and sweet caramelized beer, the pear and milk  chocolate tart. But in two visits, it’s the cinnamon toast ice cream  that gets our loudest cheers. Bob, my friend the Grape Nut, finds  instant rapport with beverage director Josh Nadel. And on our second  visit, the chef himself comes by to say hello. (Keep that in mind if  your sea urchin doesn’t come with that much caviar.)
Pastry chef Jennifer Luks lush caramelized apple on apple and beer ice cream sundae with brittle. 
 
          I never  found time to get downtown for lunch. The Little Park team does  breakfast and room service too. Expect spelt pancakes, fresh pressed  kale spinach smoothie with cucumber and green apple, and a celery root  cutlet sandwich.
Chunks of winter pear in milk chocolate tart with white wine sorbet. 
          The dining room is small and very beige with  big lampshades suspended over most tables. Hanging air plants in the bar  say someone at least tried. At an appointed disco hour the lights dim,  the music revs up. Someone stands up to leave and bangs his hand on the  low-hanging shade. If he’s butch, he’ll pretend it doesn’t hurt. If  you’re lucky, your waiter might remind you to duck before you get  walloped too.
Chef Carmellini seems shy as he emerges from the kitchen for applause and compliments. 
85 West Broadway on the SE corner of Chambers. 212  220 4110. Breakfast Monday through Friday 7 to 11am. Saturday and Sunday  7 to 10 am. Lunch Monday through Friday 11:30 to 3 pm. Brunch Saturday  and Sunday 10 am to 3 pm. Dinner 5:30 to 11 pm.
 
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