June 8, 2015 | BITE: My Journal
Untitled by Any Other Name
 Asparagus thins with turnip, bacon and pecorino is more about artistry than asparagus.
Asparagus thins with turnip, bacon and pecorino is more about artistry than asparagus.

           Fortunately my friends and I didn’t check online before agreeing to meet at the new Whitney for a quick tour and dinner at Untitled. We would have discovered both were officially closed on Tuesday. But here we are at 7 pm. It’s drizzling, but grey daylight illuminates architect Renzo Piano’s soaring glass expanse under the museum’s cantilevered entrance, up a few steps on Gansevoort Street.


Robert Indiana’s Eat greets you after you revolve into Renzo Piano’s soaring restaurant space.

          With its poured cement floor, wood furniture and exposed kitchen, it could be a high school cafeteria, except for Robert Indiana’s The Electric Eat aglow as you enter. America’s “Outstanding Chef 2015,” Gramercy Tavern’s Michael Anthony, looks up from behind kitchen counter, recognizing me from an early dinner one month ago.


Mike Anthony, America’s top chef 2015, will get Untitled humming for Chef de Cusine Suzanne.

          “I thought we’d stay open to see if anyone comes when the museum is closed,” he says a bit anxiously, gazing at the spottily inhabited room.

           The menu is compact, if not terse, but when gal pals meet after almost any separation, there are cries and clucks and ”how good you look”s before we can focus on dinner. I’m sipping the rhubarb-ginger vodka Collins. I’m not much of a clucker and I’ve already decided what we should eat – everything I didn’t try the first time. I hope to distract them from the lobster toasts I loved as a starter then.


Chips and dip get an artisanal makeover: fresh-fried potato chips, creamy but creamless veggie dip.

          So, it’s only a question of time before the waiter has poured their wine and we are warming up with “shaved chips and dip,” homemade potato crisps to drag through an onion potion tinted bright green with pickled ramps and spinach. Salty, addictive, too soon gone, the chips are superior to overly- gentrified crab-and-pickled-pepper fritters.


Cauliflower, cooked and raw with crushed black sesames and pickle on curry sauce.

          I’m into vegetable-forward like so many New Yorkers these days. I want to try all five veggie options on this menu ($9 to $14) but my friends are lobbying for the asparagus tossed with furls of turnip thins, bacon and pecorino, and the cauliflower, cooked and raw and painted with curry sauce and crushed black sesame, both fussy and delicious.


Chef Anthony leads and coaches his team on the far side of the kitchen counter.

          I watch the chef teaching a lineup of newbies something – plating maybe. Anthony is tall inside the kitchen counter. They are mostly smaller, very earnest. Perhaps they will grow. The room is filling up. It’s grown dark now and well-dressed millennials have found their way around the corner to Untitled. Whether or not the museum is open means nothing. They’re walking in the drizzle after shopping or stepping out of Ubers.


These perfect little mussels nuzzle peas and beans and bean sprouts in a brilliant green sauce.

           Tiny mussels marinated in white balsamic vinegar with favas and a big creamy bean called yellow-eye  -- from a farm in Cuyahoga Anthony has discovered -- is possibly our favorite. Black bass is anchored in a mushroom broth sparked with black pepper and Korean red pepper heat, but it’s too cooked for me. My pals seem unenthused. too.


Local farm beans and mushrooms escort black bass in a powerful mushroom broth.

           The lamb chops (just two, to keep the price at $27, I’m guessing) on creamy emmer purée with asparagus cuts and bits of green olive are another animal, shared at first, then delicately devoured. Pamela, and I, both shameless, don’t mind picking up the bones.


A duo of rare lamb chops balance on emmer puree with asparagus cuts and Swiss chard.

          We let Norah choose dessert. Remember the old adage, “You can never be too rich or too thin”? Well, that’s the chocolate truffle tart, deeply rich with the crunch and fruit of cocoa nibs. The kitchen has sent along an exquisite mirage of strawberries in a ricotta cloud on pound cake with tiny pansies, looking like a Japanese drawing of a cloud-covered mountain. Ambrosial is the word. 


Pastry chef Miro Uskokovik’s chocolate truffle tart is dense and rich as fudge.

           We are also confronted with my favorite of Gramercy Tavern’s pastry chef Miro Uskokovic’s almost American-looking desserts: the scrumptious peanut butter crunch cake striped with zigzags of blueberry glaze. His couturier goodies sit in pedestaled, glass-covered stands on the counter as if in a diner. Or in a painting by Whitney stalwart Wayne Thiebaud.


When the menu changes I pray this thrilling peanut butter and blueberry cake survives the cut.

           My friends think the food is mostly delicious, but too fancy. We’ve spent $78 each, we all notice.  Pam’s last glass of wine, the Château Sénéjac from the Haut Medoc, was $17.  She wants something more like lunch when she comes back to explore the museum. “They need to do a burger. Did you notice, they didn’t even have a burger?”

          
Of course, we’ll be back for lunch or a snack when we come to see the art (so we can say we did.) Nighttime Meat Market hawks will certainly give it a try.


Strawberries and pound cake are buried under this sublime avalanche.

           “America is Hard to See” is the opening show now playing at Renzo Piano’s rousing new Whitney. And “Untitled: Restaurants are Hard to Name” is the theme below. I find myself seriously put off by the name.


Untitled’s dessert display reminds me of American Diners and Whitney artist Wayne Tiebaud.

          Untitled seemed cheeky and moderately annoying when applied to Danny Meyer’s less ambitious coffee shop at the uptown Whitney, where another friend and I would not have dreamed of complaining about flaws in our lunch since, after all, it was just a modest museum pit stop.


The chef conceived these lobster toasts to be a two-bite-version of a fresh lobster roll.

           But now Meyer has taken on the elevated feeding challenge at the new, grander Whitney by bringing in his top gun from Gramercy Tavern. Untitled will be open till 10 pm. He wants to draw the dinner overflow from The Standard Grill, and everyday plebeians who can’t get into Santina.


The stradette pasta is hand-made to deliver mushroom, garlic scapes and tangy sheep’s milk ricotta.

           And as of June 5, he began trolling for winos after poaching DBGB’s dynamic Eduardo Porto Carreiro to unleash some serious bottles and significantly lower prices as sommelier here. It’s a rave from writer Levi Dalton, who knows more about wine than I do. (Read it). Dalton criticizes the list for omitting grape varieties. He wishes it had called its collection from diverse regions “Wines From Around the World We Love,” instead of “Etc.”


Tatsoi and dill on roasted and fried chicken has been replaced with creamy kale and roasted shallots.

           What does he expect from a restaurant called Untitled? Well, I wonder too. Couldn’t Meyer and his creative team come up with a loftier name to match the Whitney’s ambition? Something sexy, witty, elegant.  How about Gertrude V for the sculptor who founded the museum in 1931? Or Gertie’s Or Piano Barn for the architect.


Slivers of oniony things come alongside lobster glazed monkfish with a puddle of black garlic.

           “We had the toughest time figuring out the name uptown,” Meyer admits. “We all knew it would be moving soon. We wanted something connected to art. Untitled. So many works of art are called ‘Untitled’.”

          
I persist. “But isn’t that awfully lame? Many art works are also called “Attributed to.”


We shared a very flat and crispy spring onion and bacon flatbread.

           “What’s so clever about Union Square Café or Gramercy Tavern?” he asks. Patiently, needlessly, I explain why Gramercy Tavern is more compelling than Untitled.

          
“Let’s put it this way,” he says. “The hardest way to come up with a name is to do it by committee. The Whitney’s director loves it. It relates to how many works of art are labeled ‘Untitled.’ I don’t know what I’m talking about,” he adds, ever gracious. “It puts people in the position to respond to the restaurant on its own terms,” he sums it up hopefully.


The chef invites us to the members-and-guests only Studio Café with outdoor terrace on the top floor.

           What can I say? Given the stylish hubbub on this accidental Tuesday, it looks like Untitled might be open Tuesdays after all.

99 Gansevoort Street, ground floor. 212 570 3670. Monday through Saturday, lunch 11 am to 2:30 pm. Dinner 5:30 to 11 pm. Sunday, lunch 11 am to 2:30 pm. Dinner 5 to 9 pm.

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