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"FacebookPinterest\n\nOver its nearly 30-year run, the restaurant Chanterelle blazed trails. Not only did it see the whole farm-to-table thing coming about three decades before anybody else did, it also revolutionized what it meant to go out downtown. In 1979, Chanterelle opened its doors in, of all places, SoHo\u2014a neighborhood known at the time for starving artists, not bounteous cuisine. Thanks in large part to the wisdom of its owners, Karen and David Waltuck, the restaurant, even then, was the kind of place that was of the neighborhood, not the kind that shut it out. If there were artists outside, there were artists inside, too.\n\nI&amp;amp;#x2019;m not saying Chanterelle was ever its era&amp;amp;#x2019;s Cedar Tavern, the famously rowdy pub of the de Kooning crowd. Nor, am I inferring it was a raunchy, sparkly Warholian clusterfuck of bold-faced names and namedroppers along the lines of Max&amp;amp;#x2019;s Kansas City. Rather, Chanterelle, at its elegant everyday best, was a restaurant\u2014a place very much focused on its food. It was well-intentioned and well-mannered. Classy without being stuffy. Incredibly mindful about the details. All of them. They gave good service, in fact, right down to the physical documents they put in your hands to start and end every meal.\n\nFrom the get-go, with an assist from the prominent designer and art-person-in-the-know Bill Katz, the Waltucks enlisted their artist friends to make lithographs and screen-prints that would then be run in limited editions as the cover design for their menus and check holders. These friends, conveniently, happened to be the biggest talents in the arts\u2014from John Cage, whose menu cover features a stack of groovy tumescent bubbles to Merce Cunningham whose design plots the course of a tango in a sexy-looking mess of zigzagging and overlapping red and black lines. Visual artists also participated in the program: Robert Rauschenberg, Cy Twombly, Jasper Johns, Richard Prince, Eric Fischl, Louise Nevelson, pretty much the entire collected roster of any prominent American art museum, all did menu covers for the Waltucks, too.\n\nMost of these artist editions graced the dining room for about six months. You&amp;amp;#x2019;d eat at Chanterelle in the early Spring, say, and hold a Kara Walker cutout as a preface to your ramp pesto. And then you&amp;amp;#x2019;d come back in the Winter for root vegetables, braised meats, and something between your fingers by, perhaps, Matthew Barney or Cindy Sherman or Kiki Smith. Regardless of the season, the Chanterelle menu was always exciting in more ways than one.\n\nI bring all this up now for two reasons.\n\nThe first is because the menus that remain are currently on sale online for what I think are reasonable prices. (You should consider buying one; they&amp;amp;#x2019;ll be worth plenty one day.) And the second is because, after seeing the whole collection all in one place (at the Brooklyn antiques store Kill Devil Hill, which has been re-appropriated for the winter into a space for pop-up businesses, including those trading in visual art, homemade candy bars, and a regular Monday setup involving denim alterations, beer drinking, and stew), I&amp;amp;#x2019;ve realized pretty much every restaurant currently in existence is seriously slacking on their menu design.\n\nThink about it: the menu is one of the most important things you interact with in a restaurant. You hold it your hands. You see it up close. Stare into it. Ponder it. Consult it. Look to it for guidance. It&amp;amp;#x2019;s an intimate relationship: You trust it. The thing spells out the story of your meal before you have the meal. It should be prescient. So, a pretty important piece of the overall puzzle. That being the case, I&amp;amp;#x2019;m curious as to why so many menus lack the sense of sophistication or playfulness or message that&amp;amp;#x2019;s been taken into consideration almost everywhere else in a restaurant&amp;amp;#x2019;s design.\n\nChanterelle&amp;amp;#x2019;s menus, simply by virtue of who designed them, set a very high bar for the rest of a meal there. That took balls. And I&amp;amp;#x2019;m not saying every restaurant, everywhere, has to prologue its proteins with a specially-commissioned John Currin, followed up by an original Ryan McGinley six months later, but you know what? Some kind of identifiable effort beyond choosing between serif and sans-serif fonts would be nice; Some graphic element besides food, flora, and fauna would be welcome (abstraction, anyone?); Some subtle and well-placed suggestion at humor wouldn&amp;amp;#x2019;t hurt either (one of Chanterelle&amp;amp;#x2019;s best efforts featured a short and sweet comic collaboration between the artist Edward Henderson and Bill Cosby). And if the thing getting in the way of any real visual striving is money, well, the last time I checked, there&amp;amp;#x2019;s still quite a few brilliant\u2014and hungry\u2014artists out there who wouldn&amp;amp;#x2019;t balk if asked by visionary restaurateurs to do what the Waltucks asked, all those years, of their most gifted and professionally expressive friends: Trade art for food.\u2014Howie Kahn\n\nFacebookPinterestFacebookPinterestFacebookPinterest"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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