Judging by the volume of tweedy, bespectacled, child-friendly folk surging into Telepan on the evenings I visited, the Greenmarket revolution is playing well on the Upper West Side. The bar offers a variety of decent cocktails, but the restaurant’s eclectic wine list (presided over by a genial, well-informed sommelier, who, in keeping with Telepan’s bucolic themes, seems to dress in casual, even woodsy clothes, and has a goatee like a leprechaun’s) is better. The desserts tend to be creative variations of comfortable old favorites, like steamed chocolate cake with banana ice cream instead of vanilla, and profiteroles constructed with sticky rum-soaked apples and caramel-flavored brioche. The strangest, everyone seemed to agree, was a kind of carrot-cake sundae, topped with iridescent flakes of carrot. The best was a smooth wheel of custard spiked with sherry and covered with a sugary pecan tuile. Maybe cream custard isn’t exactly your grandmother’s idea of mannered gourmet cooking. But in this new era of haute-peasant cuisine, it’s a dish many hoity downtown establishments would be happy to serve.

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