My wife and I attended a play at the Guthrie recently. I decided we should also give the restaurant there a try, while we were out on our date. A friend of ours made a sour face when we mentioned we would be dining at Sea Change. "I don't like floor to ceiling windows, especially not with Minnesota winters, and granite tabletops. It's too cold. Bring me warm food and put it on a cold table next to cold window? No thanks."
I'm pleased to report our dining experience was mostly the opposite. The theatrical production, on the other hand, left me shivering cold. During the meal, there was only one glaring misstep, and the responsibility for that lay chiefly with a decision made by the designer of the menu to incorporate the flavor of popcorn into the salmon entrée. Of course I had additional minor complaints about the food, but they are hardly worth mentioning.
I ordered the prix fixe (roughly translated: "fixed price") where three courses were delivered to me for just over the average cost of most of the entrées. Stephanie ordered the "popcorn" salmon, with a warm beet salad (minus the bleu cheese) to start. The beet, beet green, walnut, and (drum roll please) pancetta was wonderful. The pancetta, cooked to perfect crispy salty perfection was the star attraction. The walnuts, imo, would have benefited from a little praline action. My starter, the arugula with grapefruit and housemade ricotta salata, while quite tasty, would have benefited from a little larger serving, with a couple extra grapefruit segments and double the ricotta salata. Three puny slivers of cheese barely kept pace with the rest of the salad.
Our entrées were both phenomenal. Stephanie's salmon and my arctic char were executed perfectly. The char's accompanying white bean puree, white beans, and pickled artichoke melange were fantastic. The salmon's bed of popcorn grits, on the other hand, and accompanying corn related trifles, were not. But the langoustine sauce served on the side made up for the complaints about the popcorn. I think my Facebook post said "I'll have the salmon, hold the popcorn."
About the brownie, caramel ganache, and chocolate malt foam, I don't need to say more. It was every bit as delicious as you may imagine (pictured at the top of this blog).
I was not prepared for the strong negative emotions that arose within me during the second half of Shakespeare's Taming of the Shrew that rounded out our evening. I was enraged. I was close to tears. I almost walked out. I nearly stood up and interrupted the performance with a vilification of the villainy of the debauchery of 15th-century male domination. It really was too much. This play should not be performed. I'm in favor of a ban.
I had thought, with such modern adaptations as Kiss Me, Kate, an homage from the writers of the 80s tv show Moonlighting, among numerous other adaptations, surely this would be worth watching. I was not prepared for the stark reality of physical and emotional abuse as the main mover of the plot in the second half of the play. There is nothing funny about abuse. By the end of the play I concluded that I find Hamlet to be more of a "comedy" than Taming of the Shrew. By all rights, the latter should be considered a tragedy.









