Taking a seat inside the Hi-Lo Diner is an instant mood-enhancer.
Heck, just driving past this gleaming, painstakingly restored structure — which started life in a New Jersey factory in the late 1950s and arrived in Minneapolis last fall, split down the middle and strapped to a pair of flatbed trucks — is enough to trigger a rush of endorphins.
If you've ever wondered what fast food looked like before McDonald's ran roughshod over the American landscape, the hash-slinging Hi-Lo is a good place to start. And for those questioning the diner's historic bona fides, just slip into one of the booth's tight-ish quarters. Yes, American waistlines were smaller in the pre-Big Mac era.
An admirable facet of chef Heidi Marsh's cooking is that she's not aiming for some kind of arch, postmodernist statement on diner fare.
Instead, she gives a great big bear hug to the American short-order universe. Even better? Her starting point is etched with the words "from scratch." "Nothing comes out of a box," she said. "I save that for camping."
That take-no-shortcuts approach starts with pancakes. Such terrific pancakes. Marsh's chemist approach — buttermilk for tenderness, a bit of egg white for volume, baking powder and baking soda for height — yields a just-right specimen: browned, plate-sized and not-too puffed-up, yet not crepe-like, either. (They also pique my curiosity: How would Marsh handle a waffle? Beautifully, I imagine.)
A slight hint of lemon zest adds a perky finishing touch. At least until the pancake's heat begins to liquefy a generous dollop of butter, and it's time to reach for that pitcher of thick, sweet, Wisconsin-made maple syrup.
It's become a favorite breakfast of mine: A $3 Heidi Marsh pancake, with a $2 side of two creamy, fluffy scrambled eggs. It's hard not to see the similarities between McDonald's, in terms of speed (nearly as fast) and price. Yet the quality is exponentially higher and, as an added bonus, you're seated in a sun-soaked, museum-quality 1950s diner. How great is that?