"After 9/11, we never got busy again," says O’Donnell. "SoHo suffered a lot — it was awful. The stench of burning was in the air for months." Part of the problem was that people’s tastes seemed to have changed, too. "Stella was a great concept," O’Donnell continues, "but it was a little too boutique-y and complex at a time when people didn’t want to have to study a menu and be impressed by it. They just wanted to be taken care of."
So O’Donnell closed her restaurant in June, bid her partners goodbye, painted the dark wooden walls a baptismal white, and reopened two weeks ago as Salt. "I was looking through my ‘Larousse Gastronomique,’" she says. "and I got to ‘Salt,’ and it talked about how salt is a necessity for living — it just seemed basic and universal. So I knew that was my name."
The menu at Salt is basic and universal, too. It’s built around a list of "Proteins"— lamb skewers, bluefish, roast chicken breast, etc. Each comes with two "Sides," which diners select from a list that includes Israeli couscous, leeks vinaigrette and creamed corn. "I wanted a place that people would treat more like their own kitchen," O’Donnell says. "One night, you want your bluefish with tomatoes, the next you want it with corn. You don’t have to want what I want you to want."
And yet Salt’s dinner card doesn’t overwhelm with options in the way that Tom Colicchio’s do-it-yourself menu at Craft can. After an ample list of appetizers — including Stella souvenirs like sweet pea risotto and cantaloupe soup — O’Donnell has included a handful of "chef’s entrées," composed of main courses including veal saltimbocca and a somewhat high-flown roasted red snapper with bean sprouts, kumquats, edamame and miso broth. For dessert, O’Donnell’s old latte cotta, a light, coffee-flavored panna cotta, is still on the menu, alongside nectarines roasted with honey and butter.