Wednesday, October 22, 2014

I Lost My Minneapolis-St. Paul Restaurant Week Virginity



Alternative title: I’m a Gluttonous Pig (and That’s Okay)

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I’ve officially been in Minneapolis two full years now and, until yesterday, and never participated in Restaurant Week.  Minneapolis-St. Paul Restaurant week, for those that aren’t aware, is a quarterly occurrence where restaurants offer a limited menu for a discounted price.  Some only offer lunch, some offer dinner, and I think maybe some do brunch.  And the restaurants that participate are typically on the more expensive side.  I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not opposed to dropping serious coin on a fantastic meal but there’s risk in going to a place you’ve never been to before that I’m not always willing to take.  

Inside Seven
Anyway, as a chubby girl who loves food but doesn’t love cooking, that makes zero sense that I’ve missed 8 cycles of this magical event so I finally decided to participate.  After discussing options with friends, we finally decided to go to Seven.  I’ve walked by Seven so many times while out on the town but have never been inside.   While it can look intimidating at night from the street, the inside is actually really warm and welcoming while being modern.  There’s no obnoxious techno or subtle jazz playing in the background.  The tables are a distance from each other and the size and furnishings of the dining area is perfect in that you can have a normal volume conversation with the people at your table without it echoing or bothering your neighbors.  
Seven at night


Seven Roll



Seven is somewhat unique in that there are two separate menus.  One is traditional steakhouse and the other is that of a classic sushi bar.  We started with the Seven roll and escargot.  These were full price menu items that we wanted to try in addition to the limited menu provided during Restaurant Week.  And they were worth it.  The Seven roll was the perfect combination of seafood, fish, and rice.  The roll held together using a fork or chop sticks (I’m from Louisiana, I don’t do chop sticks).  The escargot was tricky because, well, I’m déclassé and couldn’t manage the tongs.  Finally the maître d’ came over and told me that it was A-OK to hold them in my hand and dig in with a toothpick.  After that, it was amazing.  They were buttery and soft and garlicky and paired well with the bread we were given.  I ordered the Villa Maria Sauvignon Blanc for this course.  It paired very well and, especially since I only allowed myself one glass, I was happy with my choice.

Escargot


That’s right, give me the meat juice!
Next we ordered the Waldorf salad.  This is a salad and tasted like a salad.  Basically, we ate the blue cheese and then moved on.  We both ordered the filet mignon as an entrée.  Of course, we did.  I got medium rare because I’m a cave-woman and my buddy got it medium well.  We both enjoyed it.  It was well seasoned and juicy and the meat was definitely the jewel of the meal.  The mashed potatoes were okay but basically served as a conduit to get meat juice into my mouth.  The asparagus was asparagus and was fine.  I’m not a big fan of vegetables so, while I ate it, it could have been left off for all I cared.


The next and final course was dessert.  We debated over the blueberry bread pudding or the brownie but both settled on the brownie.  My friend couldn’t finish hers.   I powered through because I’m a professional.  I’m glad that I did because this was the best brownie I’ve ever had.  It was warm and gooey with the perfect amount of melting vanilla ice cream on top.  It was garnished with a slice of strawberry.  I ate it all.  I would have ate my friend’s if I had less self-respect.


Who am I kidding? It's because I was too lethargic to reach over the table.
While the food was primo, I left talking about the service.  I’ve never had better service in my entire life.  Everything was timed excellently.  As someone who worked in restaurants off and on through high school and college, I know all about the disconnect that can exist between the front of house and kitchen.  I don’t know what sort of voodoo is happening at Seven but everything was seamless.  The wait staff had personality, gave honest feedback, and was more than attentive without being too present.   



My only complaint is that our reservations were earlier than valet started so I ended up spending $18 on parking.  The fact that that didn’t ruin my night (I NEVER PAY FOR PARKING) is a testament to how amazing this experience was.  Honestly, Restaurant Week really works out for restaurants too because now I’m definitely going back here.  When family and friends visit, this is where I’ll be taking them.  When I have a special occasion meal, this is where I’ll be suggesting.