Review: St. Jack

St. Jack – photos Kimi Kolba

Liberté, Egalité, Gastromie! The French Revolution has come to town, and the only guillotine in sight is a chef’s cleaver hacking at a pig. Within a month of each other two French bistros have opened in Portland—Little Bird downtown and St. Jack, in the Hosford-Abernethy neighborhood, across the street from Vindaloo. Gabe Rucker’s not so petit prince, the scion of Le Pigeon, has snagged most of the P.R., and is the hot watering hole for city planners, lawyers, graphic artists, and other happy hustlers—a Gallic heir to the crowd that used to fill the old Veritable Quandry. But St. Jack–that’s not Saint Jacques, bud, but “Jack,” as in “hit the road . . .”–is the real sleeper and an absolutely fabulous place. It’s a simple looking, utterly unprepossessing building from the outside, but once through the door you could not find yourself in a more Parisian bistro—or perhaps make that Lyon, since the cooking owes more to the bouchons of that fabled city, those dusky Lyonnais cafés that serve hearty, meaty dishes to a clientele even whose cardiologists would no more disdain plump sausages, pork belly and ears, lipid-laden rillettes, and gelatinous veal feet than move to Mississippi.

Let me say it flat out: St. Jack is the best restaurant to open in Portland in the past year. Its kitchen is turning out dish after dish with wonderful care and intelligence. Once outside the door you will glimpse nothing that could make you think of France, but inside you will get the best Franco-culinary education at any restaurant table in town.

There are three dining areas, one a transitional space between a more private back room and a larger front room with a long zinc bar. The floor throughout is a brightly old fashioned affair made from those little white hexagonal tiles that say fin de siècle, and I mean the one over a century ago. True to bistro form there are several blackboards, one of which bears a seemingly permanent statement by the French singer Serge Gainsbourg: “If I were any better looking I’d be exhausted!” Analyzing that remark could keep a table of four occupied for the evening. The light is at the perfect flattering level, and the music is just right, a mix of Piaf, Jacques Brel, and Georges Brassens, as well as up-to-the-minute avant-garde French hip-hop played at soothing volumes.

The team that created this informal restaurant is headed by Aaron Barnett who grew up with French-Canadian cooking and has worked in a number of serious kitchens, including Gary Danko in San Francisco and 23 Hoyt in Portland. Since for many hours a day the restaurant turns into a charming patisserie, it’s worth knowing that Alissa Rozos runs that side of things with great skill. Somewhere she figured out how to make an extraordinarily delicate madeleine, and you can get a dozen for only four dollars. I just finished teaching Proust, and while Rozos’ little fluted, fan-shaped cakes didn’t flood me with remembrance of things past as they affected Marcel in Swann’s Way, they were perhaps the best madeleines I’ve ever tasted, and that includes numerous versions in Paris. Kyle Webster is turning out marvelous drinks behind the zinc bar, and he’s especially proud, as he should be, of his lineup of digestives, including hard-to-find eaux-de-vie, Italian bitter drinks, several styles of Calvados, and many cognacs.

St. Jack serves a sweet, modest lunch. The other day I had a bowl of ethereal, velveteen cauliflower soup topped with a sprinkling of caramelized shallots, raisins, and capers—just the thing for the dreary weather. I also ordered a plate of tiny gougères, the little Burgundian cheese puffs that steam your mouth and are the best snack this side of the Alps. There’s a croque monsieur, that French version of a grilled cheese and ham sandwich, here served on brioche bread for an extra-buttery taste. The few luncheon items are listed on a blackboard, and you pick up your order from the counter, but that gives you a chance to scan the pastries upon it. You won’t want to miss the éclair, the ebony chocolate icing of which is as rich in flavor as in color, filled with bracingly fresh-made whipped cream; nor pass on the macaroons in a rainbow assortment of hues; nor ignore the cannelés, little molded, column-shaped pastries with a soft interior and a deep mahogany-hued caramelized crispy outside.

The glory of St. Jack has to be its pungent, deeply flavorful meats. The restaurant is heavily invested in organ meats, but even the timid may agree that the adventure is well worth the risk. A ”petit plat” of fried tripe is for sure a tad fatty, but it’s the kind that’s addictive and utterly delicious. The French call it tablier de sapeur, or “fireman’s apron.” Basically the tripe is breaded and sautéed, and slathered with a sauce of capers, red onion, and homemade mayonnaise, it has both crunch and lusciousness. Then there’s a salad of leeks and mixed greens topped with crispy bits from a pig’s head, a tantalizing mix of health and hedonism, just enough of the latter to give extra interest to the vegetables. It’s become almost de rigueur these days for restaurants to offer a charcuterie platter, and like several other places in town St. Jack cures its own meats. There’s a particularly ambrosial chicken liver mousse and a chunky terrine of pork studded with nuggets of pistachio—mix and match. Frog legs often seem disappointing for the skimpiness of the meat on the bones, but St. Jack must have a source of Schwarzeneggerian amphibians, whose legs are plump, juicy, and almost satiating. They’re done with parsley, white wine, garlic, and lemon, rolled in fresh herbs and lightly sautéed, with just that intriguing frog leg taste representing a mélange of barnyard and stream.

A beautifully cooked boudin noir is one of the great treats of a St. Jack dinner. This classic staple of any French bistro is sometimes called blood pudding, and is made of pork, pig’s blood, breadcrumbs, and suet, flavored with nutmeg and other spices. You can’t get much earthier than this dish unless you’re a troglodyte. The heady flavor perfectly complements the accompanying ethereal puréed potatoes and the wonderfully appropriate chunks of sautéed apples; the plate offers a complex blend of sweetness, gossamer comfort, and rich, creamy-density, the sausage a bit more severe than many, and dark as a Nubian night.

One night I ordered a special dish that promises to make it onto the regular menu; it’s worth the price of admission. Pieds de cochon or pig’s trotters have been deboned and stuffed with veal sweetbreads! (It turns out that the front legs are the more tender, since they support less weight!) Easily fit for two, this immense and formidably good piece of meat feels like a cross between something a caveman would have brought home from the hunt crossed with something the great chef Escoffier would have invented to win himself a Croix d’Honneur. The leg crackles with crispy fat, while inside the unctuous sweetbreads lend an almost buttery softness and sweetness. Mounded on a flotilla of white beans, the ensemble is delectably tender and soul satisfying.

After this porcine madness, what forgiveness? Well, there’s fowl afoot in the form of coq à la bière instead of coq au vin. It’s a lighter dish than its more common cousin, drenched in sparkling farmhouse ale and not in the wine that stains the bird a blood-red, while pearl onions, wild mushrooms, and bacon give the chicken a pungent taste of the earth. But for those who really need a break from meat, one heavenly fish makes its appearance. Boned trout, a giant beauty curls in a semi-circle as if following the rim of the plate, bedded on a warm lentil salad. The trout is soft, moist, and as fresh as you’d wish for.

How often have you had a promised chocolate mousse only to discover a heart-sinking dish of cocoa pudding? St. Jack presents an intense, death-by-chocolate version of the real thing, chunky with tiny bits shot through like prized pieces of gold; and a wafer-thin disk of deep dark chocolate sliced into the mousse. There’s also a cumulous cloud-light coconut cake with a layer of lemon spread through and a cluster of mandarins poached in orange liqueur assembled on the surface. The ice cream is made in-house, and you’ll inevitably find a welcoming unfamiliar flavor, such as green apple. And then there are those madeleines, that arrive piping hot and may, just may, be not only memorable but the cause of memory.

St. Jack is hearty and joyful; it’s as Rabelaisian as a bistro ought to be—appetitive and lusty, a celebration of abundance, fragrance, and sumptuousness, unpretentious but dedicated to good food as a sign of the good life. Chef Barnett is both a classicist and an experimenter, but mostly he has a knack for getting it exactly right without fussiness or extravagance. The cooking of Lyons has never been modest, but if you want to taste the glories of rustic cuisine from this town or from the neighboring region of Burgundy this is precisely where you’d head–for snails, mushrooms, hazelnuts, pinot noir, pears–in short, for many of the ingredients with which you’d feel right at home, but done in ways that turn them into new forms of gastronomic bliss. St. Jack is an unassuming place, and that is what makes it such a fetching discovery. It’s as if the real thing suddenly fetched up in southeast Portland with the spirit of Brillat-Savarin–who proclaimed that “the discovery of a new dish confers more happiness on humanity than the discovery of a new star”–hovering by the stove.

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Food: A

Service:  A

Ambiance: B

  • Address: 2039 S.E. Clinton St.
  • Phone: 503-360-1281
  • Website: StJackpdx.com
  • Hours: Patisserie: 7 days a week 7am-4pm. Restaurant – Mon-Sat.  Dinner: Mon – Thurs 5pm, – 9:30pm, Fri & Sat 5pm – 10:30pm
  • Happy Hour: daily, 4pm-5:00
  • Noise level: Contented buzz in the rooms.

Credit cards; reservations.
Appetizers: $3-$13; entrees: $17-$22; desserts $5-$7.
Full bar, with a fine choice of digestives. Wine list: A nicely chosen selection of mainly French and Italian bottles, numerous ones from small, choice producers, and many under $40.

Petit Plats
Olives 3.
Pommes Frites 3.
Tablier De Sapeur Fried Tripe With Caper & Red Onion Mayonnaise 6.
Cervelle De Canut Goat Cheese, Fromage Blanc, Shallot & Garlic 6.

Hors D’Oeuvres
Cauliflower Soup With Capers, Brandied Sultanas & Caramelized Shallot 7.
Butter Lettuce Fines Herbs, Avocado, Radish, Croutons & Dijon Vinaigrette 8.
Salade Lyonnaise Frisée, Bacon Lardons, Poached Egg & Bacon Fat Croutons 9.
Tête De Cochon Crispy Pigs Head Salad With Leeks En Vinaigrette, Seived Egg & Portland Boys Greens 12.
Frog Legs En Persillade White Wine, Garlic, Lemon, Butter & Fresh Herbs 11.

Charcuterie De Maison
Rustic Pork Terrine With Pistachio 8. / Chicken Liver Mousse 7. / Pork Rillettes 7. Saucisson D’ Alsace 7. / S Aucisson Sec 7. Served With Traditional Accompaniments

Plats Principaux
Mussels Shallot, Garlic, Fennel, Vermouth & Crusty Baguette 17.
Whole Roasted Trout Warm Lentil Salad & Browned Butter Vinaigrette 18.
Gratin De Macaroni Gruyère, Aged Cheddar, Rogue Blue, Bacon And Shallot 17.
Boudin Noir Housemade Blood Sausage With Roasted Apple, Pommes Purée & Grainy Mustard 18.
Onglet Steak Frites Whipped Pork Fat & Pommes Frites With Béarnaise 19.
Coq A L A Biere 1/2 Chicken Braised In Farmhouse Ale, Pearl Onion, Wild Mushrooms & Bacon 22.

Desserts
Baked Custard Pear Tarte Fromage Blanc Ice Cream, Almond Nougatine 7.
Mousse Au Chocolat Espresso Ganache, Praline Sablé, Brandied Cherries 7.
Coconut Gâteau Lemon Crémeux, Orange Liquor Poached Mandarines 7.
Ice Cream Or Sorbet Du Jour 5.
Madeleines Baked To Order. Please Allow 10 Minutes 7.

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Minor updates 7/12

Your thoughts are welcome

  1. Hunter says

    You forgot that the trotter is also stuffed with porcini and chicken liver mousseline…insanely rich and damn good

  2. CO says

    Food Dude, you should think about getting someone to trail Roger when he reviews restaurants to give the other side of the business, the bar, it’s rightful dues. St. Jack is indeed spectacular, but the bar, and bartenders, deserve a good chunk of the credit!

    I will volunteer for said duty. No one ever said I’m not willing to sacrifice!:-)

  3. Bruno says

    Wow, really?! Did we eat in the same place? I so wanted to love St. Jack and so did not. The service was just plain bad, with entrees dropped on the table before apps were finished. I sat in the “transitional space” squinting from the florescent green glow from the kitchen and POS screen, yearning for a seat at the adult table in that beautiful, warm, soft lit main dining room. The wine list was disjointed and struggling to find its voice, and the fries tasted like they came out of a frozen bag. The hanger steak was perfectly cooked though. I traveled to Paris & Burgundy twice a year for five years eating in nothing but bistros, so I was really excited for St. Jack. Well, guess I’ll just have to go back as that review was far too superlative filled for what I experienced.

  4. mamabigdog says

    You should know that the well- fed French city your refer to is spelled “Lyon” and not “Lyons”, which would be the small town here in Oregon off Hwy 22, and is also not known to be a culinary destination.

  5. BG says

    Went to St. Jack last night for third time, it was excellent. The chicken liver mousse and goat cheese are both great, and service was the best so far. Also, the $30 French Sauvignon Blanc is probably the best QPR restaurant wine in Portland history!

  6. Jill-O says

    Just had a fabulous dinner there tonight. The pied de cochon was AWESOME…just really fabulous. Service and the rest of the food was great too. So glad they are rockin’ it out over there. Aaron – good on ya!

  7. maestro says

    I would have added the Aviary to your new Portland restaurant – French revolution theme. It’s an interesting omission, Roger.

    I recently dined at St. Jacks and had a wonderful experience. I’m excited to go back and try more dishes. I would echo Mr. Porters and CO’s gushing of the bar. Indeed, Kyle is mixing up some fantastic drinks, there.

    I thought the wine list, especially the wines-by-the glass were less than inspiring. Which brings me to a minor rant. There seems to be an incredible lack of balance in the “drink” (wine, beer, spirits) portion in these restaurant reviews on this blog. A meal is much more than just the food. I like CO’s idea very much. I think it would be an important addition to this blog and a great resource for all involved. Just a thought.

    • Food Dude says

      I always try to mention and detail a few cocktails and give the price range. I also will let you know if they are properly made.

      My winery days are far behind me, so my knowledge of current wines is not where it used to be. I don’t feel qualified to go into detail on wine lists. However, I discuss them in general, talk about the markup for both bottles and by the glass choices. On occasion I have asked local wine people for their opinion.

      Another issue is the cost. If I started having cocktails with every meal, I wouldn’t be able to afford to do the review. Remember, we operate on a shoe-string budget.

      Finally, other than a small taste, I think mixing alcohol and reviewing is, in general, not a good idea. Cocktails and wine influence judgement, overall impression, and as you know, can greatly alter the taste of food. I generally have a few sips of my companions drinks, and leave mine to the last meal.

  8. Adam says

    I also think that a lot of people care about stuff other than the food. The bar and cocktail program in particular. Stuff like St. Jack’s cocktails are priced a little high for the neighborhood, however they are more than worth the steep price tag. I know Rodger reviews only food, but I think a huge disservice is being done by ignoring a large part of the restaurant biz.

  9. elwood says

    I’m with Adam on this. But, I wouldn’t lay the blame at the feet of Roger and FoodDude. It seems local food writers are generally disinterested in beverage programs. Most can be bothered to mention cocktails and then something something well chosen wine list something with a polite handwave. The only evaluation most reviews give are about cost, rather than value, and merely further people’s misunderstanding around mark-ups.

    That said, I do appreciate this site is trying to integrate more wine writing to its mission.

  10. elwood says

    Oh, I should also mention I enjoyed a dinner at St. Jack just the other night. The Coq au Biere is delicious. Especially with a bottle of the 2008 Davenne Irancy.

  11. Jill-O says

    Speaking of cocktails and St. Jack, Jacob Grier is guest-‘tending there tonight…

    And yeah, Cocktail Program, really…

  12. garden girl says

    Mon Dieu, j’aime St. Jack! We had a lovely dinner there. The seafood stew, a first course, has a rich, buttery broth that is brimming with the flavors of the sea, along with 3 oysters, 3 mussels, a plump scallop and some trout roe. This stew was the best seafood soup I’ve had outside of Europe. One friend enjoyed the tripe and another was less enthusiastic about the escargots – after a taste, I agreed with her assessment.

    Le coq a la biere was moist, perfectly cooked with the richest, most addictive sauce – the veggies were great too. Le pied au cochon stuffed with ris de veau was dry on the outside with fatty, gelatinous material encasing the sweetbreads – no sign of any pork meat – a bit yucky. However the exquisite carrots that adorned this dish were perfect. The trout vanished before anyone else could try it so it must have been good.

    The chocolate mousse with its accoutrements was heavenly (those brandied cherries and bits of chocolate sprinkled on top – divine) and so interesting – everyone wanted to keep eating it. Ditto for petit madeleines – crispy on the outside and soft in the middle, served warm in a warm bowl. A Proustian moment indeed.

    Service was nice but very slow and the place was not full. Wondered if the chef were off… St Jack is good and once it settles down (maintains consistency – the pig’s foot was different and better last time) could be very good. Although most of the dishes are very rich, this is a wonderful addition to Portland. Will be back as soon as I can work off tonight’s dinner.

  13. ElPato says

    We had a surprisingly disappointing meal here last night. Not sure if the restaurant has gone downhill or if we just caught a bad night (a Sunday). Service was merely acceptable. Steak was way overcooked and unacceptably tough. Mussels were way past done. Trout was ok and skate wing special passable. Everything was over salted and salads were over acidified. Basically no dish evidenced anything resembling a deft touch. We had great expectations. What we experienced came nowhere near them.

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