It was always going to rule them all.
When Gavin Kaysen swept back into town eight years ago, he graced the Twin Cities with his take on new-American cuisine (Spoon and Stable) and rooted it in technique honed under one of the nation's greatest chefs (Daniel Boulud) before dazzling diners, five years later, with his intimate church of fine dining (Demi).
With more pomp and fanfare, Kaysen is at it again.
Mara must look the part, both in deference to him and its setting, the Four Seasons. That may be why the dining room resembles the throne room of what Aladdin might build if he sold out on private equity. A floating wall of curtains shimmers in sunset; velvet booths, embraced by walls scalloped with gold, are occupied by diners dressed like royals; at dusk, a web of chandeliers casts its glow, de-aging faces while illuminating what could be the most beautiful dining room in the city. An adjoining bar, where cocktail luminary Adam Witherspoon holds court, is equally inviting.
"Who are these people and where do they come from?" I ask. Some look like rich people who have emerged from hibernation, faces powdered; some are private wealth managers from the offices above, courting clients; and others are simply looking for good food. Or ways to spend their money, quickly. To begin, a glass of Dom Pérignon for $125.
Note there are no caviar supplements, nor any sordid attempt to shower truffles on, say, hummus. But there is chicken, for $34.
It arrives looking half-naked, with a baby's fistful of shaved fennel alongside charred lemon. And it may look like you've been stiffed if it were not for the fact that this chicken will make you question all the prior ones you've enjoyed. The skill for getting it right with so little comes from talent and, more tellingly, the six months Kaysen and his chef de cuisine, Thony Yang, spent developing the recipe: a Wild Acres breed, brined overnight, marinated in chermoula spice, grilled to order on a brick press and brushed with a pomegranate molasses. The mildly bitter overtones, crisp skin and fervid juiciness left me rabid.
Riffs on Mediterranean