In the lull before the pre-curtain Guthrie Theater rush, the kitchen at Sea Change seemed like one of those British farces, where the actors zip in and out through swinging doors, narrowly missing each other. A chef with a tray of shimmering trout whisked by another holding a knife. In all farces, timing is crucial.
Rock music played, but not very loudly. There was little idle chatter and almost every conversation was scripted toward the opening act: the 5 o'clock surge. But there was no panic, just a palpable intensity.
Chef de cuisine Jamie Malone was cleaning sea urchins, spiny orbs that she cut open to scoop out the foamy insides. They were a new item that she plans to offer in November, but she was trying them on select customers that night.
"This is the best part," said Malone, holding the urchin up to her nose. "Smells like low tide."
She offered a sample to a visitor and Shanti Jensen, who manages the front of the house. It was a salty, musty, nearly overwhelming taste of seawater.
Jensen asked what body part it was.
"It's, uh, the gonads," said Malone.
A sly smile spread on her face.