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Last year Andy and Dave Dalton named their restaurant JackSons', in honor of their father, Jack Dalton. The most recent honor-thy-father theme comes courtesy of Arthur Clay's in downtown Maplewood, which bears the first and middle names of owner Steve Scherrer's father. It may seem schlocky to name a restaurant after a parent, but I think it's nice. My dad owned two popular bar-and-grills in Kansas City. If I had any moxie, a desire to sacrifice the other parts of my life and a boatload of investors, I'd probably open a little place and call it something hokey like Mickey's, or 33 (his college football jersey number). Then I'd put dear old Dad on the payroll to ensure that the place didn't go down the tubes within six weeks.
7401 Manchester Road
Maplewood, MO 63143
7260 Southwest Ave
Maplewood, MO 63143
Category: Attractions/Amusement Parks
314-645-0300. Hours: lunch 11:30 a.m.-1:30 p.m. Mon.-Fri.; dinner 5-10 p.m. Mon.-Sat.; bar open until 1 a.m.
Scherrer doesn't need his dad to run Arthur Clay's. He's had enough experience managing restaurants so that all Dad had to do was help renovate the former pizza and pasta joint known as Maria's, located at the confluence of Manchester Road and Southwest Avenue. Scherrer has opened and managed several restaurants: one in a Phoenix country club, one in a Florida hotel, a bistro in Providence (where he graduated from Johnson & Wales' culinary school). He also helped run Grenache soon after that erstwhile Clayton establishment opened. Scherrer's wife, Kerri, who also trained at Johnson & Wales (in classical French pastry arts), is the new restaurant's pastry chef.
Sometime during the restaurant's four-week existence, a Maplewood community paper tagged the food at Arthur Clay's as "French with an Asian influence." It's not a bad tag, but it's one Scherrer isn't enamored of. He trained mostly with French and Asian chefs, but, he says, "It would insult the French if I were to call this French food." The influences are, no doubt, present. It's been a long time since I've had foie gras, which was on Arthur Clay's menu one evening in the form of a terrine. As is common in the United States, this one was made with duck liver rather than the traditional goose, but never mind; laced with quince, gently pan-seared and flavored with honey and balsamic vinegar, the preparation was sublime. There was a lot going on in that small dish, but the flavors melded well, allowing the silky heft of the foie gras to dominate.
Entrée portions are on the small side, but the presentation is anything but modest. (In fact, we Americans are far too accustomed to servings that overflow the plate.) A mild striped bass was plated on stark white china, in a small pool of sweet-tasting Thai tomato broth with a side of sticky rice. Scherrer gets his seafood from a broker in Atlanta who, he says, "knows that I want fish the day it got out of the water." That bass, the owner later explained, was the result of a time-consuming cooking process in which a liquid made up of equal parts of soy sauce, honey, Champagne vinegar and grapeseed oil is basted over the fish until done.
But don't expect to find that same dish on the menu next week. If there's one signature item on Arthur Clay's menu, it's change. The roster is altered nearly every night, depending on what's available to Scherrer and his two assistant chefs, brothers Kent and Clay Dalton, who followed Scherrer from Destin, Florida. Scherrer says he wants to take advantage of the freshest ingredients possible. "Even if it's a great bunch of asparagus that came in," he says, "we have the ability to change the menu so that it doesn't get lost as a garnish on a piece of meat -- we can dedicate a dish to that beautiful asparagus." A refreshing attitude in a world where so many "high end" restaurants plate every single entrée with the same side vegetable.
Speaking of vegetables, though my party didn't partake, for $20 we could have reveled in a tasting that included roasted cauliflower soup, broccoli crostini, potato gnocchi, quince and a winter vegetable stew with star anise broth. Scherrer says that about five out of six nights, everything in his Vegetarian Tasting is vegan. (He may fold cheese into one of the dishes, so it's best to ask if the distinction is important to you.)
For carnivores, there was a thick hunk of venison on the menu one night and a beautiful rib-eye steak on another. Farm-raised in Colorado, the venison was far milder than that deer steak your buddy gave you a few months back. Nearly two inches thick, this tenderloin portion was pan-seared to medium rare and was as tender as any beef that has melted in my mouth. Topped with a savory seven-spice sauce and accompanied by house-made potato gnocchi, the dish made for a satisfying winter meal.
Scherrer buys dry-aged beef and then dry-ages it some more. Rib eyes are typically cut thinner than, say, a strip, but the kitchen nailed my request for medium rare. Dry-aging dehydrates the meat, making for a steak so concentrated in flavor that the accompanying bordelaise sauce seemed unnecessary. The side of ricotta-Asiago agnolotti proved the meal's sole disappointment -- there were only two stuffed pasta pillows, and they were mushy. When I spoke to Scherrer later, he brought up that dish as an example of how things don't always go right in the kitchen. He said the pasta hadn't set up properly, owing to a draft in the kitchen that made it difficult to keep the water at the boiling point. "I'd be lying if I said everything comes out perfect," he readily admits.
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