Pollo Consentido at Crasqui
Our server asked me and my dining companion what we enjoyed most off the new menu at the evocative Venezuelan restaurant Crasqui. A few minutes later, chef/owner Soleil Ramirez stood in front of our table, arms crossed. “The chicken? Really?” she said, sounding indignant.
Ramirez added this perfectly executed airline chicken breast to the menu at the urging of the restaurant’s general manager, who had a hunch it’d be a crowd pleaser. She was resistant. “I did not want to do chicken. Everybody would want chicken on the salad. Chicken diced ...” and so on. But she relented, and proceeded to make the best chicken she possibly could, incredibly juicy, with a shard of skin so crispy you can hear it crackle under your fork. It’s served over creamed leeks cooked to the texture of risotto, and comes with a spoonful of a transcendent butter sauce enriched with brown sugar and lime that had me scraping the plate for every last drop.
One of Ramirez’s cooks didn’t believe her about those ingredients working together. “She said, that won’t taste good. So I said, dip your bread in it.” The cook instantly understood then how combining sugar, lime, butter — and chicken — is sheer bliss. Ever feisty, Ramirez told the cook who had doubted her, “You’ll never have that again.”
She might have been a little extra feisty that night. Ramirez had just closed down her first restaurant, the Arepa Bar counter at Midtown Global Market, earlier that day. “I don’t cry, but I feel it here,” she said, pointing to her heart and making a sound like a nutcracker had squashed it. “It was a hard day.” Fortunately, Crasqui, with its swirling sea floors and beach resort decor, exudes serenity.
“I feel peaceful here,” Ramirez said.
It was the start of a new chapter. Complete with a new menu, with highlights such as a ribbonlike pappardelle in a peppery sauce with braised rabbit, and several transporting, rum-focused cocktails. And, of course, that mind-blowing chicken. Really. (Sharyn Jackson)
84 S. Wabasha St., St. Paul, 952-600-5578, crasquirestaurant.com

Egg Sandwich at Holman’s Table
It’s fun to step into an imaginary world, one where taking a flight is an occasion rather than a dress-up contest for a slumber party. That’s what I was thinking about while having brunch at Holman’s Table. The restaurant is located at St. Paul Downtown Airport, in the historic former terminal building. “Who do you think flies into here?” my companion asked while sipping a latte and gazing at the sandstone bluffs beyond the airfield. “People who are not us,” was my answer. Still, sitting in the midcentury modern dining room made me feel like being one of those people just might be possible.