I remember the red book as if it were a bible, because I carried it with me every time I visited a city that the Michelin Guide deemed worthy.
When New York’s first Michelin Guide was published in 2005, I read it cover to cover, committing each starred entry to memory, reading what the inspectors wrote, and detailing my imaginary dining plan for a city that my family had yet to visit. I did the same for Paris, Rome and eventually Tokyo. According to the guide, three stars means “worth a special journey.” What were we waiting for?
I was lucky to have made it to a few special restaurants in these cities during my youth — after as much begging and negotiation that a teenager could muster. Each time, I marveled at the consistency of starred restaurants across continents. The rigor of the grading system was, and continues to be, peerless.
In the United States, fewer than 300 restaurants have Michelin stars. In Chicago, more than 20 restaurants do. Restaurants in the Upper Midwest, inclusive of the Twin Cities, could therefore use the same recognition.
The cases for why are well documented — beyond a status symbol, it elevates and validates our dining scene — and the tourism boards of places such as Colorado and Atlanta have taken action to advocate and pay for a guide on far less compelling grounds. This position has been affirmed by fellow Twin Cities food writers and several vocal chefs. Now it’s our turn. Here are my four (subjective) picks.
Two stars: Excellent cooking, worth a detour
Demi
If there’s one place remotely capable of clinching two stars, it’s Gavin Kaysen’s intimate temple of gastronomy. On select nights of the week, 20 diners seated at a wraparound counter are given the opportunity to sample a procession of thoughtfully and carefully executed dishes. Across my 10 visits there over the past two years, I’ve swooned over judiciously roasted wild boar with mezcal jus, foie-gras terrine as smooth as frozen custard, a Midwestern take on pommes dauphine, and tagliarini pasta fashioned from chestnut. It’s the restaurant’s ability to conjure extraordinary culinary experiences from less “prized” ingredients, like humble green beans in a tartlet, that elevates Demi to a level that few can replicate elsewhere. And when the only thing left for improvement is the stemware and silverware, then you know everything else is a winning hand.
212 N. 2nd St., Mpls., demimpls.com; open Wed.-Sun. with seatings from 5:15-7:45 p.m.
One star: High-quality cooking, worth a stop
Alma
Alma is nearly a quarter-century old, but it follows the adage that some (great) things never change. That’s probably because its food remains as classically delicious as ever, and this merits a star in the same way that its closest analog, New York’s Gramercy Tavern, does. I remember quietly marveling at balsamic-glazed duck two years ago (rendered skin, moist flesh, wildly flavorful) and noticed I did the same with an identical preparation last fall. The griddle cakes did it for me, too. As did those savory custards, which make an appearance every so often. It’s a testament to the fortitude and talents of chef and co-owner Alex Roberts and his team, Lucas Rosenbrook and Maggie Whelan, that you’d immediately want to plot a return visit despite knowing the food will be the same. We wouldn’t have it any other way.