Servers circulate throughout the dining room in attractive, custom-made leather aprons, their heft not slowing them down a bit, and with a pleasant countenance as they do so. The menu is full of greenmarket-friendly goodies and cycles with the season, so don't play favorites- they probably won't last long. But that provides an easy excuse to return frequently, as cauliflower and Brussels sprouts shift out in favor of fiddleheads and ramps. But execution,
regardless the season, is en pointe: a Small Plate of mushroom tartare may have looked sightlydiminutive on its plate, but it's savory richness made it just the perfect amount. The mushrooms were minced and molded into a brick, rife with umami, spiked with garlic, and crowned with lilliputian potato chips for crunch.
It's a small serving, like you would want for something so powerfully flavorful: consider it a vegetarian's take on fois. Not a mock meat-there would be nothing so silly here- but a vegetable concoction commensurately rich and luscious. Snacks could precede this, like icy-fresh oysters with a gingery apple mignonette embellishing
each, although depending on how many you order at three dollars each, you could determine the dent they make on your appetite.
Vegetables are stars here, main courses can be had of broccoli or acorn squash, but not to the extent of disparaging any carnivore. Rustic beasts like wild boar can be found roasted with cabbage, spaetzle and, less traditionally, avocado, or thick medallions of venison with a inky, savory jus. A skate fish entree perfumed with vadouvan and a flurry of nutty bulgar lounges over a puree of sweet carrot, with vibrant radicchio, braised but retaining its signature bitter kick, bookending the main components. And vegetables on their own shine, too: roasted Brussels get a subtle sweet and
Desserts are equally modern, a carrot pie riffing on traditional pumpkin, creating a looser, pudding-like filling in a gingered crust, imbedded with toothsome bits of pineapple and topped with daubs of creamy yogurt. Lemongrass parfait skirts the locavore theme, but capitalizes on the peak of the tropics in a lightly sweet, fruity mousse topped with a zesty mango sorbet and a chunky fruit salad of kiwis and banana.If Pascaline Lepeltier is wandering the floor, flag her down and take her recommendations. A sweeter soul could not be found, and as a Master Sommelier, her wine expertise is beyond compare. She pretty much embodies the integrity and charm of the restaurant itself, which even bereft of her immediate presence, is a place that defines what restaurants are intrinsically for: nourishment, both of the body and the spirit. Rouge Tomate has a way of restoring both.

126 W 18th Street
(646)-395-3978

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