Let’s all raise a glass to Bob Parker.
Better yet, someone ought to throw this guy a parade. Preferably down St. Paul’s Payne Avenue, because if anyone is going to kick-start the long-awaited rejuvenation of a thoroughfare that has been synonymous with the word “blighted,” it’s Parker.
With his Ward 6, Parker and co-owner Eric Foster are demonstrating the transformative power that food and drink have in turning around ignored if not downright troubled neighborhoods.
They’re obviously not operating in a vacuum — Payne has been showing hopeful signs of life for several years, with new housing and retail sprouting up alongside such stalwarts as Morelli’s Market and Yarusso-Bros. — but if any one project has single-handedly boosted the street’s prospects, it’s this well-conceived and smartly run people magnet.
The 128-year-old building once served as a taproom for the nearby Hamm’s brewery, and it has a gorgeous, lovingly restored oak and mahogany bar to prove it. Once a total fixer-upper, it now greets the street with a cheery and colorful facade, a calling card that will surely encourage a healthy commercial real estate dose of Keeping Up With the Joneses.
Inside — the design work is by Smart Associates of Minneapolis — couldn’t be more welcoming and comfortable. A long, sunny railroad car of a space, it’s a jumble of tables, booths and that beaut of a bar, all leading to chef Liz Olson’s busy kitchen. The whole shebang exudes one of those enviable is-everybody-happy? auras, and those good vibrations don’t just happen by accident.
With Ward 6 — the name stems from its location, within the sixth of the capital city’s seven political districts — Parker seems to have culled every lesson learned from the 30-plus restaurant openings he’s been involved with over the years and applied them to his new venture. Experience is everything, right?
The bar taps into a beer list that’s curated as carefully as a Walker Art Center exhibit and pulls together a yesteryear selection of well-made cocktails sorted into three categories: $6, $7 and $8.
Olson’s menu adapts a similarly unfussy, unstudied approach. It’s modern short-order cooking, executed with an emphasis on freshness and originality.
Half of the menu is devoted to libation-loving grazers, with old-school items along the lines of chicken wings (crispy-skinned, with tons of chicken flavor), excellent hand-cut skin-on fries (served with a bevy of dips or as a template poutine), a decent cheese plate and a few ridiculously fatty slabs of pork belly, their barnyard excess cut by a sharply acidic citrus-cayenne syrup.
A chalkboard menu at the front door heralds a few specials, and they usually merit attention. Particularly whatever meatball concoction is coming out of the kitchen: Witness a tender pork-beef combo jazzed with plenty of jalapeños and a pretty tomatillo salsa. Don’t ignore the daily dinner entree, either. On one recent Sunday evening, a savory turkey meatloaf, with a homey white bean-wild rice salad, tasted as if I’d won the blue plate lottery. At $15, my MasterCard was equally impressed.
Similarly fortunate feelings materialized the moment Olson’s triumphant Reuben sandwich hit the table. It’s a wowser, with a stack of slow-cured, ruby red beef blanketed in sauerkraut and a generous swipe of a feisty sweet pickle relish-lime-Sriracha dressing.
Appealing to the masses
Ward 6 is true to its beer-joint roots and knocks out two great burgers, both built with deeply flavorful ground chuck. While it may reside on the blue-collar East Side, the restaurant isn’t afraid to embrace its dainty side, with a simple, finely shredded chicken salad tucked into cute little profiterole-like buttermilk biscuits, a dish that’s more high tea than Miller High Life (not that Parker would tap such a mass-market brew).
Another reason for admiration: Olson acknowledges that neighborhood pub patrons could be — gasp — vegetarians, a group that might not touch the kitchen’s striking platter of patés, rillettes and terrines (a shame, really, as they are uniformly first-rate), but they’ll be all over Olson’s colorful collection of relishes.
She’s constantly changing the mix of its half-dozen or so components, and over the course of my visits I encountered a zippy cayenne-infused carrot relish, a husky black olive tapenade, a creamy and nose-ticklingly spicy avocado purée, tangy kimchee, an assortment of sweet-hot candied nuts, a bright corn relish and snappy bread-and-butter pickles. What a wonderful way to snack, so light and imaginative and satisfying. And, once again, affordable at $9.
Going a trifle less healthy, Olson lightly batters and fries a medley of vegetables, serving them with a harissa-laced hollandaise (she does not shy away from heat, a welcome development). There’s a decadent grilled cheese sandwich, with golden, buttery sourdough and ripe, runny Camembert counterbalanced by peppery arugula, crisp pears and pungent mustard.
Another snack is a crock of salty, garlicky olive oil and butter. It’s an ideal way to liven up a semi-dull baguette. (It’s the one disappointment in what is an otherwise fine bread inventory, all sourced from the remarkable New French Bakery.) More substantial appetites will be satisfied with a hearty stew of pert garbanzo beans, blanched sweet potatoes and a ginger- and cinnamon-accented tomato jam, spooned over basmati rice.