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Photo by Robb Long
Troy Stark of Red’s Savoy Pizza.
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Flavor // By popular demand
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By Dylan Thomas
When Golooney’s East Coast Pizza Café closed shop in March, there were some who lamented the loss of their big, floppy New York-style slices.
For others, it was never about the pizza.
Golooney’s made one heck of a Philly cheesesteak sandwich. When local chain Red’s Savoy Pizza took over their corner storefront in the spring, it was one of a few menu items they could not, would not, change, co-owner Matt Ford said.
“We had a lot of people coming in talking about the Golooney’s Phillies,” Ford said.
Red’s Savoy Uptown calls it a Philly Steak and Cheese on their menu, putting the meat front and center. It’s as it should be: the juicy and well-seasoned rib eye is the essence of the sandwich.
The thin-sliced steak is chopped and fried on a griddle with peppers and onions. The whole mess is piled on a light and airy French roll, which does an excellent job of soaking up the juices while maintaining a crisp exterior.
There are a few choices to make when ordering this sandwich, the most important having to do with cheese: provolone or Ghel’s Philly Cheese.
This may pose a conundrum to foodies. Ghel’s Philly Cheese is a close approximation of Cheez Whiz, the gooey processed cheese spread that — while anathema to cheese connoisseurs — is totally authentic on a cheesesteak.
Hey, if you want a brie and asparagus sandwich, head to Surdyk’s. If you’re ordering the Philly at Red’s, go with Ghel’s.
(If it makes you feel any better, Ghel’s is based in Germanton, Wis. It’s good to eat local, right?)
Red’s Savoy also offers their Philly Steak and Cheese “OG style,” which means topped with lettuce, tomato, mayo, more onions, banana peppers and pepper relish. The peppers don’t make the cheesesteak spicy, exactly, but they do a wonderful job of cutting through the meat and cheese with their mild, vinegary bite.
Altogether it’s a big, messy, delicious sandwich. It’s more than a match for Red Savoy’s tissue-thin paper napkins, especially after the French roll has dissolved in steak juice.
But is it authentic?
Given the Southwest Journal’s relatively limited travel budget, we couldn’t do a side-by-side comparison with the best from The City of Brotherly Love. Anyway, a Philadelphian would probably tell you a true cheesesteak can only be served on this one special roll, from this one special bakery. Blah, blah, blah.
Still, if you can trust the rapturous online testimonials — a few dating from the Golooney’s days — it’s the best around these parts.
You don’t mess with success. When asked how Red’s version compared with Golooney’s, Ford replied: “It’s exactly the same.”
— Red’s Savoy Pizza 2329 Hennepin Ave. S. 377-3110 savoyuptown.com
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Spot-on Healing
By Sarah McKenzie
You don’t have to fly all the way to Hawaii to get a sense of what it feels like to experience bodywork on the island. Nell Rueckl, owner of Spot Spa in Northeast and Uptown, is an expert in Lomi Lomi Hawaiian Massage. The specialty is rooted in the Hawaiian philosophy called Huna, which emphasizes healing and harmony. It involves deep, flowing massage strokes. Rueckl has been in the wellness business for 16 years. She has studied chi qigong and has experience with many other body treatments. Before she opened Spot Spa in Northeast in 2001, she worked at the Horst Salon in St. Paul (now known as JUUT) and the Aveda spa in Osceola, Wis., before it closed. She did more than 3,000 massages when she worked there. She opened Spot Spa in Northeast in
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Furniture of the future
By Dylan Thomas
Now here’s a show that puts the gallery imperative — “Don’t touch!” — to the test. Pass by Isaac Arms’ “Southbound” — a steel chair with the sweeping lines of a Jazz Age sedan and a light-absorbing patina — and it’s impossible not to wonder: But is it comfortable? Arms is one of 15 young artists whose work is included in “Studio Furniture: The Next Generation,” a traveling exhibition of sculpture expressed in the vernacular of furniture design. The pieces range from eminently functional to esoteric, but it’s difficult to tell just how far a steel chair, for example, veers in one direction or the other without taking a seat. There are security guards stationed near
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Flavor // With a cherry on top
By Carla Waldemar
The Black Forest is more than a German restaurant (and the best one in the metro), it’s a cultural — or, make that counter-cultural — institution. For more than 40 years on Eat Street — long before there was an Eat Street — it’s been serving goulash and gemütlichkeit in equally heaping portions to art students from MCAD, its graying alums (now accountants) and other idealists gathered to quote Zen, plot political movements, or simply practice their German with owner Erich Christ, a butcher from the Old Country, and his wife, JoAnne. Straight from Germany’s Black Forest itself, it’s cloaked in murals of pine-fringed Bavarian lakes and castles — painted, one might guess, in lieu of payment for a starving artist’s
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Rants & Raves
By Journal readers
This new feature gives you a chance to tell us what you love and what irks you in Southwest. Send your rants and raves to Journal editor Sarah McKenzie at smckenzie@mnpubs.com. Or go online to southwestjournal.com and post your comments on the R&R link. Here are some thoughts from a few folks here at Minnesota Premier Publications to get the ball rolling.Raves: Lowry Hill Liquor store clerkTo the Lowry Hill Liquor Store clerk in the Vikings beret for your tireless insistence that all customers “have a magical evening.” You have teetered brilliantly between sarcasm and sincerity. Thanks to you, my weekend evenings have indeed been magical, and I now hang a Lowry Hill cocktail recipe
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