I had never heard of this Brewers Hill gem until I stumbled on it while doing an internet search. A concept familiar to Californians but relatively new to the Midwest, Roots is owned by a farmer-chef partnership – close friends since high school with a shared dream. The love and care really show though in the restaurant. To a person, the staff act and talk with passion that must be a contagious outgrowth of this partnership. They seem to love working in a place with such a high regard for sourcing the best possible ingredients – local ones for the most part.
Roots has a warm, neighborhood feel, with a little extra class. Its outdoor terrace is comfortable and has a beautiful view of downtown on one side, and the neighborhood’s historic mansions on the other. Inside, you can choose to sit upstairs in the main dining room, or down in the cellar. Upstairs you’ll find an open kitchen, hardwood flooring, nice wood tables sans white linen, and a very cool 10 seat bar with comfy stools and a marble countertop. Downstairs is more speakeasy-like – darker wood and smoother jazz. All menu items can be had in both rooms, though downstairs they do more to publicize the availability of less expensive items including a burger and a couple of other sandwiches.
I sat with the knowledgeable and convivial bartender, and started with an order of corn-lima bean soup. This was basically a delicious, pureed succotash, with a strong backdrop of smoky bacon to accent seasonally sweet corn and roughly pureed fresh beans. This was a truly addicting homestyle soup.
Moving on, I ordered “chicken 3 ways”, which consisted of a roasted hind quarter, chicken fried livers, and homemade pasta with pancetta and raw chicken egg yolk. The dish was a huge success. The livers were crispy on the outside and well seasoned, but gave way to luscious, pure, gamey liver flavor. The pasta was rolled with arugula which gave it a nice bite to offset the crisp, salty pancetta and rich, fresh, delicious yolk. The leg and thigh seemed to have been roasted well, though under-seasoned for my taste, and while the skin was crispy – it also had a somewhat strange plastic-like texture that made it hard to chew. Easily forgiven, given the overall smashing success this dish was on the whole.
Passing on richer desserts which sounded delicious (the chicken entrée was incredibly filling), I ordered a sorbet trio: grapefruit/cinnamon, cucumber/ vanilla, and peach/blackberry. Though they were served harder than I’d prefer, each was intensely flavored and impossible to put down. The cucumber/vanilla was especially good – something had been done to dramatically intensify the cucumber flavor in this dish.
Obviously, I was pleased to find Roots, and will certainly return when given the opportunity while working in Milwaukee over the next few months.
Roots Restaurant & Cellar
1818 N. Hubbard St.
414.374.8480
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