St. Paul's Heirloom offers updated 'farmhouse' cooking

While glancing through the menu at Heirloom (2186 Marshall Av., St. Paul, 651-493-7267), my attention immediately landed on an item labeled "Interesting Vegetables."

"Do you think that means interesting, as in engaging?" asked my friend. "Or is it a reference to Midwestern passive-aggressiveness? You know, when someone politely describes something as interesting — lutefisk, for instance — but what they really mean is, thanks, but no thanks."

Good question. I put it to our server. Just how interesting are those vegetables?

"Very," he said, his eyes lighting up. "You will not be disappointed."

We weren't. Who would be, when presented with a kitchen garden medley of hyper-seasonal winter veggies, their flavors, textures and colors heightened by a blizzard of cooking techniques, from pickling to roasting to blanching to charring.

This cornucopia was arranged with a Cézanne-like improvisational quality, although I'm fairly certain that the 19th-century French painter did not have gossamer (and delicately, wonderfully buttery) whey foam at his disposal.

It's the most forward-thinking relish tray imaginable, and the effort and imagination behind it speaks volumes about the ambitions of this peach of a restaurant.

Now that he's his own boss, the self-trained Evans ("I learned in the school of hard knocks," he said with a laugh) is using his skill set to deftly flip neighborhood restaurant assumptions on their ear.

Instead of offering the same-old, same-old routine of fried chicken sandwiches, Caesar salads and flatbreads, the Heirloom menu leads diners down a far more nuanced — and food-forward — path. Here's the welcome news: Most prices stay in the teens, or less.

An airy baked custard, redolent of parsnip and tempered with sweet pearl onions and crispy parsnip chips, loudly and proudly heralds the menu's we-do-things-differently-here foundation.

Rather than go the risotto route, Evans focuses on sprouted farro, barley, wild rice and pumpkin seeds to forge a hearty, satisfying porridge, topping it with a poached egg and spicy kimchi-style carrots.

Evans cleverly expands the gravlax universe by curing fatty Scottish ocean trout with pastrami spices, then reinforces the pastrami vibe by cold-smoking the fish.

Fans of roast chicken, make a beeline to Heirloom. It helps that Evans starts with well-raised birds (from Wild Acres in Pequot Lakes, Minn., a Gopher State treasure), but his know-how and temperament play key roles, too.

After a juniper/ginger brine, the birds are dried overnight, then seared in a hot cast iron pan (producing that delectably crispy skin) and finished in the oven, all the while lovingly basted with garlic and rosemary, until the meat is juicy and ultra-flavorful.

The breast, thigh and leg make it to the plate, along with that evergreen combination of creamy potatoes, caramelized vegetables and golden pan juices. The real shocker is that Evans manages to dole out such plain-spoken goodness for just $17.

Other huzzahs: the crispy-edged yet melt-in-your-mouth beef brisket, winter lettuces brushed with a tangy buttermilk dressing, and pan-roasted trout.

Don't miss the black pudding. It's basically a pork meatloaf (Evans skips the traditional sausage casing), a blend of liver and heart and plenty of fat that's seasoned with sage and mustard seed, bound with steel cut oats and darkened with pig's blood.

Pastry chef Albert Hirsch ably demonstrates that desserts can be satisfying without resorting to toothache-inducing sweetness.

Witness a pitch-perfect carrot cake, which cuts back on the sugar while unlocking carrots' internal sweetness. Duck eggs — another gift from Wild Acres — are funneled into a dreamy custard, with the yolks going into the pudding and the whites converted to a crispy meringue garnish. There's a Cracker Jack-esque surprise prize, too: beneath the custard is a bite-sized oat cake.

Kudos to Hirsch's ever-changing bread selection, which, oddly, comes at a price: $3, for a modest roll (consider it your lucky day if he's in his brioche mode), a smallish slice (his seed-flecked loaves are first-rate) and a crock of butter. Wouldn't a slight bump in prices across the menu, to underwrite a gratis bread basket, make more sense?

Another plus: the discerning cheese list, a half-dozen best-in-show thrillers from Minnesota and Wisconsin (including a rare and welcome restaurant appearance by LoveTree Farmstead in Grantsburg, Wis.), beautifully presented and thoughtfully available in mix-and-match combinations.

"It's a way to celebrate where we're from," said Evans. "You can't experience the Midwest without eating these cheeses." So true.

Not only are the pancakes glorious, but Evans cherry-picks a few dishes from the evening menu — that gorgeous trout pastrami, that memorable black pudding — and brunches them up with eggs.

Most notable is a sizable slice of grilled rustic bread that's liberally smeared with fatty pork rillettes and garnished with palate-cleansing pickled onions. It's easily the bar's best snack, and when Wyatt piles on the fluffy scrambled eggs, he transforms it into what might be my new favorite Sunday a.m. snack.

That bar menu is tailor-made for neighborhood drop-ins, and at the $5-and-under level, it's priced accordingly. Rather than yield to the ubiquitous burger, Evans offers a snappy all-beef hot dog (from premium purveyor Peterson Limousin Beef in Osceola, Wis.) in a house-baked bun that's a riff on Hirsch's chicken fat-enriched brioche roll.

Smallish chicken wings, glazed in a sweet-and-spicy sauce, are an ideal complement to the bar's well-crafted craft beer list. There's even a crudité variation on the kitchen's signature "Interesting Vegetables" dish, calling upon the buttermilk dressing from that pretty salad as a dip.

Wyatt has fashioned a comfortable, easygoing dining space from a pair of linked storefronts, peppering the setting with plenty of requisite restaurant design details, including an up-close-and-personal kitchen counter. Could this be the last gasps of the reclaimed wood craze? Stay tuned.

The service staff is so diligent at fulfilling their duties that I momentarily pondered the possible consequences (Termination? Exclusion from the Secret Santa gift exchange at the company Christmas party?) of allowing water glass levels to dip below the halfway point.

My one hope is that this disciplined crew takes a less granular approach to their enthusiastic "Let me take you through the menu" spiels, which tend to spin themselves into Hamlet's soliloquy-length monologues. If we have questions, we'll ask. Deal?

On the subject of service, Heirloom is a no-tipping zone. Well, sort of. A flat 18 percent service charge — shared with everyone in the kitchen, behind the bar and in the dining room — is tacked onto the bottom of every tab.

But that's followed by a blank space marked "tip."

"If you wish to reward your server above the Service Charge please write in the tip line," is how it's outlined on the receipt.

My two cents: For those restaurants admirably going gratuity-free, go all-in. Don't try and have it both ways. It's too confusing.

Besides, a neighborhood restaurant this good deserves better than a muddled message.

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