Beauty Triumphs

You can get more than makeup at Neiman Marcus

Once the eager-beaver waitstaff learns to back off, that will be a nearly perfect dining venue," my friend concluded in an e-mail message after we visited the new Dining Room at Neiman Marcus. We'd been swept off our feet by the restaurant's chic décor and by our lovely meal. But the well-meaning service had been clumsy and intrusive. When I returned to the restaurant with a different dining partner, the same overzealous waiter was assigned to our table. His training apparently had not included such basics as replenishing customers' silverware before each new course and then placing it on the proper side of the plate. His grammatical instruction had obviously been just as lacking. "We don't have no specials," he intoned, using a glaring double negative that no doubt had Miss Thistlebottom readying her choicest ruler for a smart thwack.

But my friend -- whose own taste was formed at East Coast boarding schools and refined in New York City restaurants of the Four Seasons and La Caravelle era -- had been right about the perfection of the restaurant in other respects. The place has a retro feminine glamour that calls to mind the days before restaurants were called "stores" and menu items were assigned "price points." (In fact, the prices are retro, too, with every entrée except steak and lobster costing less than $20.) The main dining room is warmed by tranquil shades of ivory. Tall, curved banquettes are upholstered with cushioned squares, and chairs are slender silhouettes of glossy blond wood. The only colorful part of the room is the back wall, painted a soothing aquamarine a few shades paler than a swimming pool. A light sculpture is mounted across the wall. A diffuse glow radiates from its rows of cubes, metamorphosing like a lava lamp from azure and emerald to the burnished hues of a sunset. This shimmering kaleidoscope is refracted by iridescent frosted-glass blocks below the bar, casting silvery shadows about the space. A smaller room, more suitable for daytime meals, has a less enchanting mood and a noticeable echo. Its plate-glass windows overlook the attractively landscaped patio, where patrons dine under white umbrellas. An entrance there allows the restaurant to remain open after the department store has closed.

Like the urbane décor, the elegant menu is a throwback to a time when potatoes, not tables, were turned. To say that a restaurant uses fine ingredients has become a cliché, but at Neiman Marcus the seafood, produce, cheeses and even garnishes are truly top-drawer. Because the raw materials are so good, executive chef Greg Maggi can prepare them simply; his style is one of daring understatement. Take the appetizer described on the menu as a pan-roasted New England diver scallop with butter-braised leeks and white-truffle mashed potatoes. (Diver scallops are so called because the shellfish are hand-harvested from the sea by scuba divers rather than dredged from coastal waters or cultivated by the thousands on aquatic farms -- think of them as free-range bivalves.) Maggi's single scallop is delicately seared but so warm and soft inside that it seems to liquefy on the tongue. It's nestled like a crown jewel on silken mashed potatoes that replicate the scallop's texture.

The chic décor at The Dining Room at Neiman Marcus will delight you; the food will sweep you off your feet.
Mark Gilliland
The chic décor at The Dining Room at Neiman Marcus will delight you; the food will sweep you off your feet.

Location Info


Neiman Marcus

100 Plaza Frontenac
Town & Country, MO 63131

Category: Retail

Region: Frontenac


Pan-roasted diver scallop $9
Dungeness-crab wontons $9
Greens with Maytag blue cheese, roasted pears and walnuts $7
Lobster pot pie as quoted
Eggplant lasagna $14
Collection of crustaceans $22
Bittersweet-chocolate truffle torte $6
Bananas Foster trifle $6

314-567-9811, ext. 2555. Hours: 11 a.m.-3 p.m. Mon.; 11 a.m.-3 p.m., 5:30-9:30 p.m. Tue.-Thu.; 11 a.m.-3 p.m., 5:30-10 p.m. Fri.-Sat.; noon-3 p.m. Sun.

100 Plaza Frontenac

On our first visit to the restaurant, we ordered wontons filled with fresh Dungeness crabmeat and scallops. The same appetizer was served as a complimentary amuse-bouche on our second visit. The crisp little packages surround a haystack of Asian slaw, and the dish is dressed with a Thai peanut sauce sweet enough to be a syrup. Next we sampled sweet-pea-and-chanterelle risotto, which has the consistency of a thick rice pudding. (That evening, chewy, buttery shiitake mushrooms had been substituted for the trumpet-shaped chanterelles.) Fried shallots and shaved black truffles are scattered atop the risotto. We also enjoyed a composed salad of summer greens with roasted pears, candied walnuts and Maytag blue cheese -- a spicy Iowa farmstead cheese with the pliant texture of fudge. Another salad, brought to the table as an amuse-bouche on both visits, was a chilled mound of feta cheese, cucumbers, tomatoes and marinated hearts of palm tucked into a butterhead-lettuce leaf.

The entrées were just as exciting as the appetizers, though we were surprised that no specials of either were offered. Aside from a New York strip and a hefty pork chop, beauty triumphs over brawn on Maggi's menu. Nevertheless, any skirt-chasing, frozen-pizza-eating, NASCAR-watching alpha male would willingly sup on "Chef Greg's interpretation of a lobster pot pie." This dish is a tower of puff-pastry triangles stacked loosely, like a savory napoleon, and filled with diced carrots and potatoes, lobster meat and a blond "gravy" (sauce Americaine) used to flavor and bind the ingredients. Eggplant lasagna is presented in a torte-shaped individual portion that resembles an upside-down cake. Three portobello caps overlap like pineapple rings above layers of roasted red and green peppers, eggplant and goat cheese. A ring of sweet tomato coulis laps the edges of the dish, and the plate is showered with shards of Parmigiano-Reggiano. "Collection of crustaceans," a brothy stew of vegetables, shrimp, clams, mussels, lobster-claw meat, scallops and andouille sausage, is like a bouillabaisse or a cioppino. The only mediocre entrée we sampled was Maine Atlantic salmon (as distinguished from Maine Pacific salmon, we suppose) with lime cream, a dry piece of fish from which even Maggi couldn't coax much flavor.

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