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By Ian Froeb
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It's always a little scary when a businessperson -- especially one with no restaurant experience -- magically comes up with a new concept that he or she is convinced will take the local dining community by storm. Conversely, it's just as scary when this or that superchef or consummate out-front schmoozer starts up a restaurant on not much more than talent and dreams, expert at the soups and sauces but somewhat negligent in the bean-counting.
16 N. Meramec Ave.
Clayton, MO 63105
314-863-7888. Hours: lunch, 11 a.m.-2 p.m. Tue.-Fri.; dinner, 5 p.m.-10 p.m. Tue.-Thu., 5 p.m.-11 p.m. Fri., 5:30 p.m. -11 p.m. Sat., 5:30 p.m.-10 p.m. Sun.
Miso on Meramec presents the former scenario. The buttoned-down dude turned impresario is one Bradley Beracha, formerly a consultant with PricewaterhouseCoopers. The initial evidence indicates that he was a pretty good consultant; he had the good sense to assemble a team, first of advisors and then of key employees, to ensure that all of his bases were covered in putting together a brand-new and unproven concept for Clayton's already highly competitive restaurant community. Early on, Pablo Weiss (best known as the mastermind of the original Hot Locust and current owner of the Rocket Bar) and Michael Johnson (of Café Mira, a few doors down from Miso) provided ideas on food, concept and design. When it came time to find someone to head up the kitchen, Beracha recruited Hayes Green, who knew the Asian/fusion style from his days at Globus in San Francisco, as well as in Sun Valley, Idaho, as executive chef. Tetsushi Tanaka, who is most recently of Portland but also worked in Boston and owned two restaurants in Dallas, signed on as sushi chef.
The result is a restaurant with many layers, reflected on first impression by its place in the Clayton streetscape. Located in a storefront in the diminishing low-rise retail portion of the downtown core, at first Miso looks like a tiny place, a few tables outdoors and maybe a half-a-dozen more inside -- your basic small, family-run sushi bar. Yet the heart and soul of Miso, as well as many of its multiple personalities, is invisible from the street, down a staircase in a stainless-steel-trimmed, technologically energized bilevel basement space -- part long bar, part plush-couch sake and martini lounge, with a couple of table areas complementing the ones upstairs and reinforcing the idea that this is, in fact, supposed to be first and foremost a place to dine.
And here again, even the way you order and eat your meal is unusual. The menu -- or, rather, the menus, because there are several -- at Miso include a long sushi list of both traditional and modified items, as well as a second "dinner menu" divided into salads, soups and noodles, and tapas, the overused and frequently misused descriptor that nowadays roughly translates as "order three or more of these where you would normally order two entrées for two people."
In short, look for a high-definition flat-panel TV alternating scenes of tropical fish, wildlife documentaries and clips from the Kyle MacLachlan version of Dune and a fair amount of primarily twenty- and thirtysomething socializing, all in a windowless, navy-blue-walled, black-ceilinged space that's metaphorically miles away from anything else in Clayton. Even with all the distractions, though, we were able to carry on normal-volume conversations with few impediments. (If you want to keep the atmosphere on the sedate side, by the way, ask to be seated upstairs when you make your reservation. And do make a reservation, especially for Fridays and Saturdays.)
Perhaps the biggest quandary in eating at Miso is deciding on a direction. Each of our servers on successive visits suggested moving from category to category with as much sharing as possible, and that allowed us to wade through a variety of sushi and sashimi and a special grilled category called miso-yaki on the sushi menu; all three of the available noodle selections; and a majority of the dozen so-called tapas. Mr. Green and Tanaka-san are an interesting culinary tag-team -- aside from some experimental stuff, such as a "Cajun" maki that included crawfish (remarkably well textured, as if it had in fact been freshly steamed that day) and spicy "dynamite" versions of the miso-yaki, Tanaka-san plays his sushi fairly straight, keeping a keen eye on freshness and illustrating an even keener eye for the gorgeous simplicity of classic presentation. This was most evident in a sashimi sampler of Hokki clam, tuna, salmon, octopus, mackerel, flounder and scallops, a couple of the items delicately colorized with bright-orange roe and everything laid out just so with nests of pure-white shredded daikon and strategically placed lemon halves and wedges.
Green, on the other hand, freely flits from country to country in search of both expected and unexpected Asian complements for traditional Asian preparations, as well as for distinctly more Western items, such as calamari and a vegetable terrine. There's simple stuff such as chicken satay, five skewers of grilled chicken grilled under such a hot flame that the wood picks were almost disintegrating when the dish arrived, although the chicken was ideally roasted. And there's fairly wild stuff, such as a whole, mostly boned pan-roasted quail, moist, succulent and sweet from several different directions -- a barely perceptible plum-wine glaze, an apple-tart-like chutney and bursts of the concentrated fruit-berry flavor of currants.
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