By Emily Weiss
By Emily Weiss
By Emily Weiss
By Emily Weiss
By Emily Weiss
By Emily Weiss
By Emily Weiss
By Loren Green
102 E. Fourth St., Winthrop; (507) 647-9949
Hours: Monday-Friday 6:00 a.m.-8:00 p.m.; Saturday 7:00 a.m.-2:00 p.m.; Sunday 10:00 a.m.-2:00 p.m.
221 N. Minnesota St.; (507) 359-2071
Hours: 11:00 a.m.-9:00 p.m. daily
Every year I must go to New Ulm on an autumn day. I lure friends with promises of heaven: It's a beautiful drive, I tell them. We'll head west on Highway 212 through rolling, golden fields separated by ribbons of bright fall foliage. We'll turn south on Highway 15, which will lead us to Winthrop, where the Pie Lady bakes fabulous pies from scratch each and every day. And once we get to New Ulm, well, it's the promised land. There's beer. Rivers of it. Waterfalls and lakes of it. Peacocks strut through the beer gardens--oh, you've simply got to see it.
I never let on the other reason I like to go, which is that if New Ulm isn't the strangest place in the world, it's a place of such sustained dissonance that it bears careful, repeated examination. Only New Ulm suggests that German history can be defanged so that it exists only in a pre-1914 time warp, only New Ulm imagines a German cultural funzone à la St. Patrick's Day, only New Ulm serves barbecued ribs topped with Russian dressing as a German spezialität. But more on that later.
For now all you need to know is that the Pie Lady, Karen Melius, should be given some kind of Congressional Medal for Excellence in the Field of Pies, Fluffy Meringues, and Crumble Toppings. Melius has been working her magic for some 40 years at Lyle's Café, an apple-plain lunch counter on the corner of Fourth and Broadway in Winthrop--a town that isn't merely the grackle capital of central Minnesota, or even North America, it is in fact the "Grackle Capital of the World." Just read the sign. (Sadly, truthfully, I didn't see a single grackle. Not that I would necessarily recognize one, unless it was on a menu: grackle rôti aux fines herbes. Mmmm.)
Anyhoo, on my last visit to Lyle's Café I had a slice of rhubarb meringue pie that had me grackling from the lampposts: It was made from yellow rhubarb, held together in a tender, small-crumbed crust, and topped with a high, fluffy cloud of sweet, supple meringue. It was a perfect contrast of sweet and sour, and it boasted three different textures, all for $1.75 per giant slice.
All the Pie Lady's pies cost $1.75 a slice, or $9.50 for the whole pie. I also recommend the Dutch apple, brown-sugar-dotted slices of fresh, springy apples topped with delicious butter-crumble topping and nestled in a tender, brown, buttery crust. The pecan pie is a touch smoky and molasses-laced, the coconut cream is sweet and milky and comes in a pale, flaky crust that stands crisply on its own. Big spenders can splurge on a full lunch; on my visit a grilled cheese sandwich with a cup of cream of potato soup ran $2.75.
It's 20 miles from Winthrop to New Ulm, and you know you're there when you see Hermann. According to the New Ulm visitors' guide, Hermann (popularly known as Herman the German) was the liberator of Germany and the father of Germanic independence. According to the history books, he was a Roman citizen turned tribal warlord who gave the Roman army a run for its money in A.D. 9. Either way, you'll find him atop a columned, porticoed Beaux Arts structure where he is perennially preparing to conquer the Minnesota Valley. Hermann, darling, enough with the warlike vigor, stop and smell the roses!
Or the Hauses. Antique Haus. Country Loft & Doll Haus. GutenTag Haus (visit their Christkindlmarkt!) and, of course, the Copy Haus. Not to mention der Mietwaschsalon--the Maytag Coin Laundry, with its big Willkommen sign in ornate Gothic script. And the Marktplatz Mall. It's as if the whole town had contrived to turn itself into a Teutonic theme park, oompah music playing faintly in the background.
Wait, you say. What's so weird about that? The whole Mall of America is a theme park, and that's not at all remarkable. I couldn't agree with you more--except that in New Ulm, the theme is an actual culture with actual problems, making its parkification far, far weirder.
Take the Kaiserhoff, a main-street restaurant with the cutest 1950s German-theme details. Like the Drunken Beer Cellar mural in the front lounge, the candy case full of lucky-pig figurines, the rustic lanterns dangling from the ceiling beams. You can get a booth with a tabletop Seeburg jukebox, and for 50 cents you get three songs from polka to the Backstreet Boys.
Personally, I ordered an appetizer of the Kaiserhoff's "Famous Sauerkraut Balls" ($4.75), programmed in Christina Aguilera's "Genie in a Bottle" and Frizz Fritsche's "Bullfrog in St. Paul Waltz" and let the dissonance fly. The sauerkraut balls weren't bad--they're golf ball-sized globes of ham, sauerkraut, onions, and flour, breaded and deep fried--but they're mostly good for working into conversations. Would you please pass the sauerkraut balls? Honey, are those your sauerkraut balls? The most peculiar thing happened the other day whilst I was supping upon my sauerkraut balls...
Next, I beelined for the German Sampler ($13.95), which features the Hoff's plump bratwurst and smoky landjäger (a pink beef-and-pork sausage) along with a vast pile of supple, rich sauerkraut, a little ramekin of red cabbage, some sweet, rich German potato salad, and--the pièce de résistance--the "famous" ribs. Usually things described as famous aren't very, but I'll tell you, I'll never forget these ribs. They're meaty pork basted with the Kaiserhoff's "Old World Recipe" barbecue sauce, and they're just too weird--the pale pink sauce is closely related to Russian dressing, and when heated on the grill it turns a disconcerting orange color, sort of like 1960s coral lipstick, so the ribs become striated orange and black and look like something you'd snorkel through. Not like food.
Which is unfair of me, because they don't taste bad, and they're so exceedingly moist they slip off the bone like a popsicle losing its stick. But it's that thing about knowing what you're eating--some people could eat a grackle only if they thought it was chicken, whereas I could handle the grackle straight up, but ribs made with Russian dressing just creep me out. The Schnitzel Vienna Style ($10.95) was disappointing--a once-frozen cutlet paired with wet, unattractive spaetzle and supposedly home-made gravy that tasted distinctly mix-like. The apple strudel ($2.25) is supposed to be the Hoff's signature dish, but it was merely okay. The "fruits of the forest" pie (apple, strawberry, raspberry, blackberry, and rhubarb, $2.25) revealed a nice crust, but the filling was killed by too much corn starch. It was nearly enough to send me back to Lyle's--except that there are bigger fish to fry in New Ulm.
The Schell's Brewery, for one. It easily qualifies as one of my favorite places in Minnesota with its smell of roasting malt, the peacocks wandering the expansive grounds, the marigolds sprouting in the shabby imperial gardens, and the troop of garden gnomes partying under the cupola near the small deer park. Never mind that garden gnomes are a favorite subject of German pornography; that peering in at the fenced-in deer are scads of regular Minnesota pest-deer; that not a single person who goes to New Ulm to enjoy the sights gives a fig for the eeriness of it all. The beautiful mansion with the closed curtains under the soaring trees and the crisp air suggests a world in which a denatured German culture can be as cute and meaningless as leprechaun hats and green beer, and you just think: how utterly appealing, how thoroughly horrifying, how already present.
And then the sun begins to set and it's back to the Cities--this time the efficient way, north on Highway 169--till the next time that weird yearning for great pie, tasty beer, and echoing dissonance makes itself known.
For tons of literature on New Ulm, call or visit the terribly helpful Chamber of Commerce, 888-4-NEW-ULM; 1 N. Minnesota St., New Ulm; www.ic.mankato.mn.us/reg9/nul/chamber/
chamber.html. This weekend, October 8-10, is New Ulm's Oktoberfest, complete with lots of brewery tours; otherwise, check with Schell's for schedules or gather 20 people for a private tour. Or hold out for Fasching, the German Mardi Gras, which next year falls on March 4. Brewery tours generally cost $2 and include lots of beer (children 12 and under are free). Fasching tickets are $5 and include lots of food, too. New Ulm is about 90 miles from the Twin Cities.
HAPPY CHILI CRABBY: Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, will require an iron stomach and a hint of madness--or actually, a lot of madness. You'll start this Saturday, October 9, at noon in the parking lot behind Uptown's Bar Abilene (1300 Lagoon Ave., Mpls.; (612) 825-2525), where a half-dozen local restaurants--good restaurants--will prepare chili for the First Annual Pepsi ChiliFest. There will be margaritas, beer, Pepsi products (natch) and live music, including Trailer Trash. If it doesn't rain, this should be fantastic. Then, when it ends at 5 o'clock, you go home, throw some Rolaids down your gullet, and head out for "Happy Crabby Malaysia Night" at Singapore Chinese Cuisine (1715-A Beam Ave., Maplewood), where genius chef Kin Lee will "zestfully prepare and serve these crustaceans in as many ways as he can think of." A mere $29.95 per person gets you all the happy crabs you can handle; for reservations, call (651) 777-7999 right this very minute. For advice on whether the double-header is medically advisable, consult your health care practitioner.