To say that the eight-course tasting menu at La Belle Vie is a peak dining experience doesn't really begin to cover it.
"If I thought I could get away with it, I would have a tasting-menu-only restaurant," said chef/co-owner Tim McKee. "It's our place to really show off, and it's always my favorite part of the menu."
No wonder the extravagance accounts for 60 percent of the dining room's sales. I can't imagine booking a table and not ordering it.
Here's why: McKee, the Twin Cities' first James Beard award-winning chef, is a craftsman at the peak of his considerable powers, and his tasting menu is the ultimate expression of his prodigious culinary gifts. This supremely confident cooking is technical prowess mediated by intelligence, creativity and curiosity. Lesser chefs stumble on their compulsion to embellish -- an urge that frequently trips them up. Not here.
McKee's skill set also includes some serious talent. Start with chef de cuisine Mike DeCamp, who has been cooking alongside McKee since the mid-1990s, and pastry chef Diane Yang, another singular talent. Managing director and sommelier Bill Summerville also lends his expertise.
Although the menu changes monthly, it adheres to a loose format, starting with fish and ending with beef. In between there's almost always a dish devoted to poussin (a young chicken), raised specifically for the restaurant by Pat Ebnet of Wild Acres in Pequot Lakes, Minn.
Last week's young-chicken course was all about the ultra-tender breast, a burst of intensely chicken-ey flavor that was caramelized to perfection. It was served in a delicate porcini broth alongside a bite-size slice of pork belly, which exuded a seductive smoky scent but didn't taste that way, a marvelous sleight of hand.
The restaurant's Mediterranean emphasis was most evident in its self-assured approach to seafood, particularly a stunning seared sea bass paired with a not-quite-foamed sauce that suggested brandade in flavor but not texture. Picking a favorite dish is akin to asking Angelina Jolie to choose a favorite child, but I could make a convincing case for the hat-shaped cappelletti, dressed with butter, lobster and black winter truffles and laid out on snips of sweet, tender beets, a sigh-inducing combination.