Oh, that chocolate soufflé.
For starters, the technical acuity was off-the-charts impressive. What a study in textural contrasts! Arching ever so slightly as it puffs up above the edges of a tall ramekin, the top formed a delicate crust, although its soft-spoken sturdiness was slowly undermined after it was drenched in a vanilla- and orange-laced custard. Once my spoon had pierced that outer edge, the steaming interior segued from a wet sponginess to a shameless, near molten decadence.
The flavor? Similarly impressive, and expressive. The chocolate, fashioned from Venezuelan cocoa beans, radiated an intense bitterness, its full-bodied essence cleverly magnified by espresso. Countering the soufflé's just-from-the-oven heat was a sculpted scoop of a supremely supple sorbet, its bright sour-sweet notes the work of mandarin oranges, perfumed with allspice. Truly, perfection on a plate.
"Chocolate and orange, they always go so well together," said chef Christina Kaelberer. Yeah, that's the understatement of the year.
She is the creative force behind Edwards Dessert Kitchen. This fascinating and appealing North Loop newcomer is worth a visit for all kinds of reasons, not the least of which is that Kaelberer is a master at easing the sugary bite that often plagues so many desserts.
Schwan's, the frozen foods giant, is the money behind Edwards Dessert Kitchen (the Edwards name is lifted from the company's frozen pies division), and while the story is that the Minneapolis restaurant is a sort-of laboratory for its corporate overlord, it's hard to picture any of Kaelberer's exacting and imaginative work filtering its way down to lowly supermarket freezer cases.
But in the end, should consumers care? No. Nor should they tsk-tsk about what Edwards Dessert Kitchen isn't. That would include "breakfast place" (except on the weekends, when a few savory items pass for brunch) and "lunch hangout" (again, there's just those few savory dishes, and doors don't open weekdays until 2 p.m.). It's primarily a nighttime spot.
Open just three months, it's been fascinating to watch Kaelberer and her crew figure out what works, and what doesn't. Here's hoping for more made-to-order desserts, because the crew has an obvious affinity for that genre. Along with that soufflé, don't miss the tasting platter, currently brimming with four exceptional ideas: a pear/date cake that's an upscale nod to sticky toffee pudding; a keenly refreshing, apple-filled Pavlova; a delicate, pecan-laced Paris-Brest; and an ingenious play on fresh figs and juicy red grapes.
Less successful are the "in the case" items (an ode to hazelnut and chocolate, a tropical fruits cream puff), not because they're not delicious, but because their construction requires them to stand up to long periods of refrigeration, a necessity that slightly minimizes their otherwise visceral appeal. Instead, go for the verrines, jars painstakingly layered with all kinds of adventurous goodness.