Roesti Done Right – In America!So last winter in Switzerland, my daughter Lydia had just arrived and we went to Bern for the day. She had one thing on on her mind: roesti.
Roesti is not complicated: a mound of fried potatoes with cheese.
We were hungry, and there was no roesti served at the Bernese Christmas market (!!), so we stopped in a restaurant that so infuriated me that I left without noting their name. Here’s the roesti they served us:

I was speechless. They couldn’t even be bothered to melt the goddamn cheese on the potatoes. I would have said something, but our server was a monstrously solemn Helvetian, moving with Golem-like purpose, flatly refusing to bring even another spoon so that two of us could sample a soup (it was against “the rules”). I didn’t want to create an international incident, so we paid and left, vastly unsatisfied.
In New Glarus, Wisconsin, this afternoon, I had an excellent roesti at Glarner Stube:


This was the roesti of my dreams, with crispy outside and a center of melted cheese (The Wife speculated that what they probably did was lay down some spuds, sprinkle with cheese; then they put on a top layer of spuds; fry in pan; flip over to griddle to finish other side). The resulting slightly convex mound of pan-fried potato, glistening and steaming, was the most attractive food I’ve seen in a long time.
This is my favorite dish of the moment.
The cheese inside was local, and it could have been a “Swiss” type, providing just a little acidity to balance the richness.
And I like the way it exactly fits the inner ridge of the serving plate.
Could it be improved? Sure. I’d have liked to have seen some fresh parsley around the edges, for chromatic contrast and a touch of bitterness, but that’s a small adjustment. This is a nearly perfect dish to me: crisp, lush, with a range of textures, soft-to-near-hard, clean tasting, simple, spectacularly tasty. Eating, abstract ideas flooded my brain: honesty, lack of pretension, elemental, yum.
This is peasant fare, and I imagine that it’d be a great way to turn little pieces of old cheese into something wonderful.
At Glarner Stube, this roesti side was like five bucks, about one-third what it cost in that mountain country.
I’m not aware of any places in Chicago serving roesti, but I’ve got to suggest that they start serving it Marion Street Cheese Market.
Glarner Stube
518 1st St
New Glarus, WI 53574-8908
(608) 527-2216
http://www.glarnerstube.com/
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