Playing Dress Up - Stella's KY Deli
Fancy Fridays at Stella's sounds great on paper. A solid lunch place just outside downtown that emphasizes local/seasonal produce & meats doing a weekly small prix-fixe dinner menu. We arrived for our 6:30 reservation to an empty restaurant. The cozy 24-top has a small-town, slightly gussied-up lunch counter charm. Our menus were vague & most of the entries were subtitled with something like "changes frequently." With a restaurant of that size and a once-a-week menu, it would've been nice to have a printed menu with the exact descriptions of ingredients & preparations. And the day's date. I'm a sucker for that sort of thing.
The choices were 3 or 5 course but my dining companions and I decided that 3 would be enough as the choices were few and none too exciting. Our salads & soups came out really soon, too soon, after our order. Both the Caesar (misspelled on the lunch menu boards) and the apple bleu salads were fair & forgettable, as was the slightly under-seasoned tomato bisque (dare I say I've made better). The Manhattan fish chowder was far better and less fishy than it sounded though not the best choice for a humid summer day. May I suggest a chilled red pepper soup or classic gazpacho?
Our entrees took much longer to come out and in the interim an unpleasant burnt vinegar smell wafted from the kitchen. I'm fearing the worst for the "Cherry Balsamic Pan Sauce" on my pork tenderloin order.
When the entrees do arrive, I'm pleasantly surprised by the reasonable (read small) size of the protein on the plates. My pork and my friends' steak are the size of thick decks of playing cards (the appropriate serving size according to the USDA). From the moment my knife hit the pork, I could tell it was overcooked. The first bite (and several consequent ones) confirmed this disappointing fact. The sauce & bed of veggies (perfectly al dente cubes of potatoes, tender morsels of portabella and nicely sauteed napa cabbage), however, hit the spot. The steaks were tender and cooked as ordered at medium rare (worth noting as not all places hit their mark in the temperature category). I've got no complaints about the accompanying greens and mashed potatoes.
The lone vegetarian entree was a flaccid mess. The homemade papardelle were way overcooked and fell apart on the fork. The tomatoes & snow peas were not the advertised "Tomatoes, Peas, Red Onions, Carrots and Fennel" but would've passed muster if they weren't watery & bland. There was also no hint of the "lemon butter sauce." Though I don't often order it, I've had my share of good pasta primavera (which should be an olive oily, garlicky showcase for fresh vegetables.
While clearing our plates, our server inquired into our barely touched pasta and my half-eaten pork and we politely told him the honest truth and turned down his offer to make something else. "I wish you would've told me sooner." he repeated. I almost never send anything back to the kitchen unless it was just egregiously inedible. Or I'm paying out the nose for it. At $25 a dinner, I wasn't going to make a big deal of it.
We ended on a better note with Stella's solid desserts. Of our 4 pies, the lemon icebox, Mary Porter & "Not Derby" pies were good but the pecan pie (gently warmed w/a side of whipped cream) was my favorite. Particularly the slightly burned patches of pecans along the edge of the crust. Nice.
Another small quibble... the waiter/manager/proprietor couldn't remember if he was refilling a Coke or Diet Coke. It was the ONLY order in the entire restaurant. I'm just saying.
He did however express his contrition by knocking a whole meal off our check, which we didn't ask for and didn't quite expect. But it's touches like this that show the place is willing to fix problems and work to bring the patron back.
All in all, the impression I have (having had a similar meal here last year) is of a casual lunch counter wading into culinary waters slightly too deep for their experience or level of execution. None of the menu items are terribly technical or exotic but some lacked a bit of basic skill (overcooking pork & pasta). Maybe the name of the weekly dinner says it all: Fancy Fridays. Like a little girl trying on her mom's high heels. Cute but a little awkward.
