Making “Order in the Disorder” at NYC’s Green Fig
Photos by Rated Ruwan
Green Fig chef Gabriel Israel has always had an eye for the visual arts.
A self-proclaimed troubled kid, Israel doodled through classes. With attention-deficit disorder and dyslexia, he says, drawing held his attention better than schoolwork.
When Israel got suspended from school at 16, he taught himself how to graffiti, at first copying other artists, eventually developing a style of his own. The Tel Aviv area native eventually went on to spray paint in France and Venice Beach. While serving in the Israeli Defense Forces, Israel took up tattooing, opening his own shop when he got out.
That visual point of view shows up in Israel’s food. Throughout his life and all of his artistic endeavors, the ink-covered chef has always found solace in his main outlet of creative expression, cooking.
As executive chef of Green Fig, a greenery and wood-filled modern Israeli restaurant inside YOTEL in Hell’s Kitchen, as well as the hotel’s neighboring street food-centric rooftop terrace, Social Drink & Food, Israel fuses his discerning eye with his globally-inspired palate. The chef combines flavors from the Middle East, Mediterranean and North Africa into stunning dishes that incorporate the natural flow, as he says, “Order in the disorder” aesthetic of his art.
Photo by Rated Ruwan
At Green Fig, a small slab of slow-cooked pork ribs, called “Not Kosher” BBQ, are served atop za’atar dusted potato “rocks,” crumbled in hand to mimic stones. The starchy hunks are splashed with white labane and verdant zhug, a fiery Yemeni hot sauce with cilantro and parsley. The pile is served on one side of square piece of grey slate. Paper thin rounds of white kohlrabi balance the plate.
His carrot steak, a Moroccan spice scented whole carrot charred on the grill, follows a similar visual approach. Placed in the bottom third of a rounded tree slice platter, the orange root sits atop green carrot top pesto, and is crowned with house-made mozzarella, micro fennel, basil and crumbled spices. “For me, it creates a picture in my eye,” says Israel. “I like stuff that is not equal, things that are natural.”
Since he was about six or seven years old, Israel has been fascinated by the powers of good food. The chef still fondly recalls lingering meals among the olive trees at his grandfather’s summer retreat in the South of France, he says, “People were so happy to eat what he was making: beignets, fried zucchini flowers. That’s where I got the love for [cooking].”
In an homage to his grandfather, Israel serves zucchini blossoms as a Green Fig special when he can get them.
Israel’s grandfather inspired the young chef’s passion, but his father propelled him. When Israel was 14, his father helped him land his first professional culinary gig, just outside of Tel Aviv. The company was the outside vendor for his father’s event space. “He knew I was into cooking,” says Israel. “Whatever our interest was, he decided to push us into that field, like, get your ass off the couch and start making money.”