The Black Forest Inn

Is not in the Black Forest at all, which meant my dinner date was later than usual. It didn't matter much though. The host took a pretty long time to figure out that we were waiting to be seated anyway. He genuinely seemed surprised that we were here.


The time I spent waiting did give me a moment to take in the eatery. Rich paintings of stocky bavarian men with winged helmets eating, drinking, and making merry decked the heavy wood walls. I though I recognized someone from a long time ago, but shook my head. Those days are over.



My dinner guest finally arrived, looking a bit windswept. He shook hands with me by gripping me almost too firmly by the wrist, then set down his large hammer.

"Wench, bring me a Sprecher's root beer!" He demanded at the sheepish looking waitress that was assigned to our table. After a while she came by and told us they were out. I think he settled on tea, ultimately.

"Wench, bring me the leg of a swine!" He bellowed. This she was able to help us with, although she came with a slowness that caused me to realize she was in training and not actually afraid of the old man that sat across from me. When they arrived he bit into his viciously. I followed suit and was greeted by a warm symphony of pigmeat and buttery gravy that made my heart cry out in agony and my gut cry out in pleasure.

The food, we agreed, was fit for the divine, even if the service was momentarily lax, and the atmosphere was appropriate enough. I'll definitely return to this place.

The Happy Gnome

"You have to try the duck," said David, drinking from a tall glass of an imported ale. Foam clung to his thick, well-groomed mustache. He set the glass back down on the table with both hands, struggling with the awkward weight like a child might.

I looked at the menu, "Vanilla consomme?' What the hell is that and why do they put it on a duck?" I pondered mostly to myself. "Leif, what are you having?"

"Actually I had my name legally changed to 'Roaming' now," said the other little man before quaffing a microbrewed domestic he was fond of.

"Really? Why the hell would you do that?"

"It's the biz, sweetheart," Roaming muttered as he looked through the menu of their 3o tap beers. He studiously ignored the section of over 100 bottled beers, saying he could taste the difference.

David snorted. "I think consomme is a thing sauce or broth or something. It doesn't matter it is delicious!"

At that point our appetizer of cider-steamed mussels arrived. We had a few before some evil trolls carried them away. They were perfect.

"I told you guys we should only come here during the day." I said. The other two nodded solemnly in agreement.

Roaming said, "I would have, but I spend so much time at work these days. You know, I'm also a guarantee enforcer."

"It's OK," David replied, "I don't think they'll spoil the main course."

The main course was the duck for myself, an elk steak and what appeared to be some kind of noodle dish. Each one had a delicacy and careful sensitivity to the unique combination of flavors the chef introduced to the food.

It could not have been better except that someone unexpectedly and comically punted Leif, excuse me, Roaming, across the room.

"I don't think he's really happy at all," David said, taking another cartoonish gulp of his beer.

Restaurant Alma

The visit to Restaurant Alma on my birthday courtesy of one of my best and oldest friends completed visits to all of the 2008 James Beard Foundation Award nominees from Minnesota. Brasa is the other restaurant owned by Alex Roberts, which we love.

The space was quite pleasant, albeit a bit louder than I expected. That said, despite the constant din it was possible to have a conversation at a normal level. It was also very easy to hear nearby tables' conversations. The layout of the space was perfect for the location with a bar, open kitchen, and adequately separated seating, along with a loft area for more diners and (I imagine) private events.

Alma does not have a full bar, but they do have an extensive wine list and a selection of beer. My patron unfortunately was not feeling well so we settled on glasses of gruner veltliner.

Alma arranges their menu as a three course tasting menu for USD 45, however all items are available a la carte as well. For our first course we both chose bison tartar, served with a few croquettes and capers on a lightly spiced sauce. It was gently seasoned and quite the experience.

For our second course we diverged. He had a pasta that I don't recall except I know it had sausage in it. It was good, but unremarkable. I had a light soup of sticky rice and roasted shiitake mushrooms in a coconut milk sauce with bok choy and shallots. The broth was pleasantly spicy and the dish as a whole was quite good.

For our third course we both chose the pheasant. It was served with glazed carrots and red potatoes with a carrot sauce. While it wasn't mind-blowing, it was perfectly prepared, reminiscent of a home-cooked meal. That is, if your mother was a professional chef.

Service was pleasant and swift. I'm going to take the time to note that all the servers with the exception of the man behind the bar pouring wine were female and noticeably attractive. The experience as a whole was enough to show why Alma is considered one of the best restaurants in the Midwest.

Website: http://www.restaurantalma.com/

112 Eatery

This is just a quick take, as the food I had there was a quick meal. It's a funny story, you should ask me about it sometime. Anyway, 112 Eatery is a place I've always been meaning to eat at and hadn't gotten the chance to. I got the chance to and was not disappointed. Late on a weekend night the restaurant was still busy but a spot was open at the bar. I had a lovely little chat with another patron who was there alone after ordering a USD 6 duck pate banh mi. Marinated olives and seasoned almonds came while I waited, and the sandwich was incredible.

112 is a particularly special place for many reasons. It keeps late hours to cater to the Warehouse District crowd and offers a wide range of price and menu options. I plan on trying it again when I get another chance.

Website: http://www.112eatery.com/

Taiko Sushi Bar

Sushi is always an adventure. Eat the wrong thing and the experience can range from mildly unpleasant to slightly ill to (in rare cases) dead. Therefore, it's easy to fall into the pattern of going to places you know are reputable. That is, the high-class, high-price places downtown or the national chains.

Taiko is neither of those things. Taiko is a small, privately owned sushi bar in of all places Mounds View. Yep, Mounds View, Minnesota. The first time we went there I had just gotten over a case of food poisoning and decided sushi would be a good test to see whether or not I was well. From the outside it looks like the space used to be a Wendy's or some such thing. More than one person has said upon entering the parking lot, "This place has good sushi?" Well, it does. It has good sushi for a price that cannot be matched by anyone else in the state and at a quality that rivals the big dogs in Minneapolis.

On the inside, Taiko is painted a lovely shade of green that one wouldn't want in their home but looks great for a restaurant. The bar, tables and chairs are simple and tasteful. There are a few trinkets hanging on the wall behind the bar, but other than that the space is simply pleasantly minimalist.

The menu has a limited selection of soft drinks, beer and sake, Taiko does also offer $10 corkage. The variety of fish available is not immense, but enough for a good meal. One doesn't expect much from something as simple as gyoza, but for some reason the gyoza at Taiko just tastes better than anywhere else. Sashimi is served in generous cuts and portions. Rolls are perfectly made and balanced, and thick. The star is of course the fish, which is consistently fresh and tastes like it should. All preparations lean toward the traditional, the way it should be. One can choose from sashimi, nigiri, a wide selection of maki, and Scott will make anything you request into a roll. For those who don't want to eat raw, Taiko also has excellent tempura selections.

Part of the charm of going to Taiko is Scott, the owner and chef who always has a smile on his face and a good memory for the regulars. While it's nice to be a regular, everyone is treated the same, I was as happy leaving my first visit as the last, which was my sixth in 4 months.

There are of course things that some might consider downsides due to it being such small place. There is no wine list, which is fine because I'd prefer to bring my own and pay corkage. The sake selection is limited for the sake drinkers (which I am not). The fish selection is not as varied as a larger place, but again, I don't mind because they have everything I like. I would like to see them use a higher grades of soy sauce and wasabi.

That said, again, the prices are ridiculously low, the food is good, and Scott is a wonderful man. I wouldn't want to see any of those things change.

No website

Restaurant Week 2008 Wrap-Up

Bottom line is, I failed on this one by not doing it sooner. In fact, we're back-logged in general. Anyway, we went to Masa on Thursday and D'Amico Cucina on Friday. Both were fantastic. Here's what I can remember:

Masa: Food and service were superb. Portion sizes were surprisingly generous. Drinks were the best around - fresh margaritas and mojitos. At a later visit, the bartender taught us the secrets of making a good mojito.

D'Amico Cucina: Food was good, service was absolutely stellar.

Restaurant Week 2009 is only a few months away. We're going to try to keep this up better in general.

Links:

http://www.mspmag.com//

http://www.damico.com/frame.asp?s=visit&ss=cucina&ft=d

http://www.masa-restaurant.com/

Food Memories

I'll finish up the Restaurant Week 2008 series one of these days. There is something more important to report today.

Krua Thailand has changed owners. I've heard some information from a reputable source about why the switch occurred but don't feel quite right about posting it.

At any rate, I'm even more sad to report that the restaurant has suffered considerably. Half of the menu is gone. The "Special Menu" is completely nonexistent now. Upon realizing that I was no longer going to be able to have the sausage that I once loved as a starter, I just went with spring rolls. The spring rolls came out on a plate that looked like it had been covered with chopped supermarket bag salad. This was not an attractive presentation in the least and even more irritating when these bits of lettuce were sticking to the outside of the rolls.

This brings me to the service. Staff have completely changed over and the servers are completely inept. Granted, they are young, but if you're going to have children be on the front line of the restaurant they should be trained.

For my entree, I decided to go with the Pad Thai. It's not anywhere near as good as it used to be, in fact I've made better Pad Thai at home from scratch.

I spent the rest of my day moping around, saddened by the loss of what was once my favorite restaurant. Many won't understand how I feel, but food is attached to many good memories for me. Krua was a place I took family and friends and never had an unpleasant experience at. For me, there was no better way to start a weekend than with a small group of friends at Krua with too many bottles of wine.

As long as I'm feeling nostalgic, here are some of my other favorite food memories:

Elk and Grahams 10 (not together, of course) remind me of Cue. I've
only been there once, and it was when Lenny Russo was running the place.
The whole meal seemed like a dream it was so perfect.

Any time I drink Monmousseau Vouvray I remember Vincent. Vincent is a
place I'd like to go to more often, and was the first place I experienced
Vouvray, which is now one of my favorite table whites.

Good Mexican food (which is ridiculously hard to find around
here), always reminds me of California. I used to spend a week or
so in the Coachella Valley every winter.

St. Supery Sauvignon Blanc reminds me of sushi dates and parties at
Nami.

Finally, everywhere serves some sort of seared Ahi dish now, but my
favorite is the Black and Bleu at the Dock Cafe in Stillwater. It has been
and will be my standard.

The thing is, all of these places can still be experienced. There is nothing in my price range that will match the food, service, personality, and personalization that Krua offered.

Little Szechuan

This would be my third trip to this particular establishment. Those previous being recorded by my esteemed collegue JMJ.

There is not much left to be said about the place past those first few words. Even when there are few customers in their well decorated eating area the service is incredibly inept. They clearly have had no training or have no desire to actually serve the customers outside of purveying the food and subsequently the bill. It is difficult to rouse their attention for simple needs through the course of the meal, and they don't even give you a cursory glance to see if it is to your liking.

In fact, the best service we got at the place was from the mexican busboy who brought us water and tea. He was at least friendly. (He even called us "amigo," although that did ruin the chinese restaurant feel...)

At least the waitress spoke english.

Oh well.

As for the food, what they actually had in stock was quite good. (I had ordered three things before one of them was available...) I was served Chairman Mao Pork, which is mostly pigfat with little bits of meat attached. It was like eating some sort of pork jello.

Delicious.

It is unfortunate that such great food comes from a place that has such a poor staff.

Next time this happens we're killing one of the goldfish.

Restaurant Week Part 2: Vincent - A Restaurant (dinner)

DISCLAIMER: Since I am writing this a few weeks after, my memory of each meal's ingredients may not be perfect.

Part 1

Wednesday brought us back to Vincent - A Restaurant for dinner. Seating was seamless, as it was for past visits. For those of you who have not been and plan on going, be aware that Vincent is one of those rare restaurants in existence that will offer a black napkin in place of a white one if it will blends better with your clothing and doesn't leave other-colored lint. It's a slightly pretentious, slightly amusing touch that often confuses people. At any rate, our server was professional and chatty, which was nice since we had to wait a few moments for the rest of our party to arrive.

We had a 2006 Monmousseau Vouvray, one of our house favorites. For some reason it tasted better than any bottle I've ever had in a store. Perhaps it was just affected by our mood. Our server took care to keep it in an ice bucket while we waited for our party to arrive.

After the rest of our group arrived, bread arrived swiftly, along with our first course. The choices were between the Ezilda soup, or Le Grande Salad. Most in our party had the wonderful signature soup, one of our party chose the salad, and while he commented that it was one of the better salads he had ever had, he also remembered that one doesn't make friends with salad.

The second course was a choice between seared sea scallops with leeks and fingerling potatoes with an orange sauce or beef tenderloin medallions with sun-dried tomatoes, chickpea fries, and a tarragon sauce. The scallops set a standard for many of us, that is, one of our party stated that the meal had "ruined scallops" for him since any scallop thereafter would be inferior. I was also impressed with the dish as a whole, the leeks and orange sauce contrasted nicely, and the thinly sliced fingerling potatoes were a delicate balance of tenderness.

Those who had the beef course enjoyed their meals as well, however one of our party was unfortunately plagued by a tough section. They seemed very impressed by the chickpea fries also.

The third course was a choice between a cheese plate or Vincent's signature dessert, again the vanilla-bean ice cream, chocolate sauce, and Madeleine cookies. We all opted for the dessert. The man helping serve the dessert course described the dessert in the exact phrase that I would use: "simple, but wonderful."

Service throughout most of the meal was perfect, but unfortunately faltered at the end. One of our party requested coffee with dessert, and it was brought after dessert. Our server seemed a bit preoccupied with another table that had came in after us and it was difficult to get her attention for the check. Other than that hiccup, everything from the valet and coat-check at the beginning to the coat-check and valet at the end worked quite nicely. Vincent - A Restaurant is a place I wish I could go to more often.

Websites:

http://vincentarestaurant.com/index.php

http://www.mspmag.com//

The Machine Shed

Just when I thought that I'd had my fill of farm-themed family restaurants, The Machine Shed came to prove me wrong again. Filled to the brim with effigies of cows, pigs, and other foodstuffs, walls lined with toy tractors (for sale at a reasonable price) and other tourist crap, The Machine Shed does not fail to be a corny slice of Americana.

Fortunately, it also does not fail to be delicious.

The meal offered to me was a barbecue beef sandwich with swiss cheese and chips on the side, served with fried mushrooms as an appetizer.

The fried mushrooms were by far the best I have ever eaten in my life. They were not the cute little button mushrooms of your grandpa's restaurant, no sir. These were some form of much larger mushroom (a little bigger than a silver dollar around) with a flakey, greasy, wonderful breading. They oozed a little when you bit into them. They came with a tangy orange sauce that I did not use, but imagined to be good as well.

The sandwhich was alright. It was on their "homemade" freshly baked bread, but the actual barbecue beef could have come out of a make-at-home microwavable tub. The chips weren't anything special either. They weren't bad, they just didn't "wow" me. Although really, after the mushrooms I don't think they could have.

The service wasn't great either. It was slow, and the waitress seemed to have better things to do. What was most offensive, however, was that when I requested a coke the waitress raised no complaint, but when she turned to leave she muttered, "Pepsi, right?" She was already walking away without seeing if I actually confirmed this to be my drink of choice. First, it was rude of her to ask and not actually wait for a response, second, I would have rather had tea than pepsi, if they didn't have cokes. This upset me.

I imagine, were I to go back to this fairly priced family eatery, I will not have that trouble again, however.