Dirt Candy's Amanda Cohen Gets Down With Vegetables in the East Village

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Dirt Candy's Amanda Cohen Gets Down With Vegetables in the East Village

'When you go to an amusement park, it's fun 'cause you don't know what's going to happen," says Amanda Cohen, the chef and owner of Dirt Candy in the East Village. "And maybe not at all restaurants, but at my restaurant, we want to shock you."

Since opening Dirt Candy in 2008, Cohen has been shocking foodies with alchemical vegetarian cuisine that can hold its own against even the most beautifully bloody cuts of Pat LaFrieda meat. She faced off with Chef Morimoto in Iron Chef's first vegetarian battle, writes a witty, tell-all blog, and was the first vegetarian chef in 17 years to earn a two-star review from The New York Times. Her long brown hair tied back in braids beneath a purple bandanna, Cohen, 38, is a blur of continuous motion at the tiny kitchen station where she cooks and oversees the 18 packed seats of her studio-apartment-size space. Dirt Candy is booked solid two months in advance—because that's the cutoff for reservations—despite the fact that people don't quite know what they're going to eat. "We specifically make the menus vague," says Cohen. "We want you to be confused and a little ill at ease." The descriptions read less as explanations of dishes than shout-outs to veggie superstars, complete with exclamation points: mushroom! beans! corn! cauliflower! cabbage! onion!

Amanda Cohen does not make prim eat-your-vegetables vegetables. She doesn't run a health-food emporium. Her food is not all organic. She won't help you cleanse. She isn't even a vegetarian. (She eats seafood.) But she is redefining vegetarian cuisine, fighting off pious puritanism with jolts of creativity and humor. "What's so exciting about her," says Anita Lo, the chef at Annisa in the West Village and one of the sisterhood of prominent women chefs in the city, "is that she's highlighting these vegetables as vegetables—and making them in fine-dining ways. There's something geeky about her that I love." Cohen is indeed geeking out, serving up superheroic veggies that appear to have been bitten by radioactive spiders or distilled, dehydrated, deconstructed, and then rebuilt, Tony Stark–style, into something with 10 times the punch.

Green thumb: Cohen shapes broccoli 
brioche in the kitchen of her restaurant, Dirt Candy.
Megan Jolly
Green thumb: Cohen shapes broccoli brioche in the kitchen of her restaurant, Dirt Candy.
Amanda Cohen
Megan Jolly
Amanda Cohen

Location Info


Dirt Candy

430 E. Ninth St.
New York, NY 10009

Category: Restaurant > New American

Region: East Village


Fittingly, Cohen even has a manga cookbook, Dirt Candy, published last August with an assist from her writer husband, Grady Hendrix, which eschews wide-angle food porn for comic-book illustrations by Ryan Dunlavey: A cartoon caricature of Cohen explodes with rage, steams with stress, and transforms into a giant panda and a knife-wielding, maniac monkey. Maybe that's why, on a busy Saturday night in March, as she whirls in her jam-packed restaurant kitchen, it's hard to see her as anything but the mad scientist poised to unleash mayhem.

These vegetables are mutating. Behind her counter, Cohen slips mild-mannered onions, encased in dough, into a tiny telephone booth of a Danish pastry cooker. They bounce out as pastry balls, fluffy as Tribbles, onto a grilled scallion salad decorated with pearl-onion rings so minuscule they could have been fried by fairies. In her ridiculous take on chicken and waffles, she arms fried smoked cauliflower stalks with waffle shields and pits them against a powerful horseradish sauce.

A plate of mushrooms and bread points seems entirely terrestrial—except for the dull gray, gelatinous cube that Cohen drops onto the plate like the mysterious monolith of 2001. This sci-fi tesseract of portobello mushrooms and cream blended into mousse is her PETA Award–winning veggie take on foie gras, and its implausible decadence is a showstopper that regularly makes diners gawp and grunt like Kubrick's apes. She even serves up a blockbuster finale that Roland Emmerich could love: Next to a miniature building block of eggplant tiramisu, a nuclear plume of white cotton candy explodes up from the plate, scented with rosemary. Boom! The End.

Afterward, one diner steps out onto East 9th Street like a bleary-eyed moviegoer, a dazed grin on his ruddy face and an autographed cookbook in his hand ("Always remember—Vegetables are your friend, Amanda"). "It's vegetarian," he says, still slightly stunned, "but it's not suck-ass!"

It's vegetarian, but . . . is essentially Cohen's business model. When she opened Dirt Candy in 2008, she deliberately called it a "vegetable restaurant" instead of vegetarian. "There are all these pork and charcuterie restaurants, fried-chicken restaurants, barbecue restaurants," she says. "But nobody's really taking chances on vegetables."

The space is so small that the wine glasses are tucked on short shelves above diners' heads and bottles of wine are stored in hidden banquet drawers under their feet. There's only wine and beer to drink, because there's no room for a bar. On any given night, the staff consists of just Cohen, a sous chef, a line cook, a waitress, and a dishwasher—because, she says, "there's no room for anyone else. Where would we put them?" All night long, she cooks, plates food, pours wine, takes orders, hands out menus, rings up checks, and answers phones—almost always to say, "Sorry, we don't have a table."

On a Thursday afternoon in February, her small staff is prepping on the dining-room tables—the only space available, which makes lunch service impossible. Cohen is wearing a tight black Van Halen 2012 concert T-shirt. "I guess David Lee Roth really likes us," she says. "After he ate here, he sent over a whole box of T-shirts and posters, and invited me to his concert."

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