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April 5, 2001


PrairieFire combines a multitude of Kansan elements into a complete dining experience

With its impressive facade peeking out from behind the scaffolding, PrairieFire teased Massachusetts Street loiterers for months prior to its opening. As we wondered -- and waited -- the ensuing "buzz" created great expectations among those of us chomping at our forks for some new restaurants. But exactly what to expect remained a mystery.

Now we know. Expect wonderful food. Expect gracious service and simple but striking decor. And expect to take your time, so you're not, like one party we saw, skipping dessert to make a movie. PrairieFire deserves to be savored. Just because you can brew your own coffee at home -- they sell their coffee beans by the pound -- doesn't mean you should.

Local flavor

With an atmosphere that's refined yet relaxed, PrairieFire places the emphasis squarely on fresh, exquisitely prepared food from a menu that is creative but still comfortable. Enjoying it, it's tempting to remark, "We're not in Kansas

anymore." But not only would that be cliche and inaccurate, it would be insulting to the proprietors of PrairieFire. They have, in fact, painstakingly incorporated the restaurant's locality into its operation, using locally-grown, organic food and displaying the works of Lawrence artists.

PrairieFire employs servers who not only know their menu but are proud of it, a cooking staff that produces many "housemade" items -- from pickles to ice cream -- and a chef who spends the dinner hour not holed up in the kitchen but making his way through the entire restaurant. There is small fear in asking customers how their food is when you already know the answer.

flavored with thyme, parsley and chili flakes.

By the time I'd finished carbo-loading, there seemed little point to tackling an appetizer, but I'm glad I did with the aptly-named Phoenix. This mixture of black beans, mozzarella and jack cheeses and New Orleans-style ham is doused in rum and then flamed at the table. Watch it burn down -- it takes a couple of minutes -- then eat it with fresh, crispy tortillas.

One thing that impressed me at PrairieFire was that chef Tom King seems to expect all of his foods to work for him. A perfect example was the salmon, poached in a fish stock with butter and wine and served with leeks, roasted squash and black-eyed pea fritters. The elements of this dish fit together in lockstep, ensuring that each component was key to the whole: Subtle seasoning on the fish, combined with poaching that preserved its delicate nature, allowed the vegetables to assist in providing texture and substance.

"We have a really good philosophy," our waitress told us. "Everything's fresh." OK, it sounded suspiciously like she was spouting a phrase that they'd just finished practicing back in the kitchen. Nevertheless, it is a really good philosophy, and it's in evidence everywhere; the salad, for example, forewent tomatoes (which aren't in season), for carrots and beets, which are. The restaurant also changes its menu quarterly to reflect seasonal foods.

Pure art

PrairieFire describes its food as "American," an easy term, I think, to mean they serve whatever they feel like. Selections include a pork chop with plum gravy and barbecued catfish with a chipotle-molasses sauce. The pastas, several of which are served with a garlic-heavy "arrabiata" red sauce, are excellent. Several lunch sandwiches are available; the slow-cooked Memphis pork ingeniously uses cole slaw for taste and crunch, and the "mustard mopping sauce" gives even plain yellow mustard new reason for being. The white cheddar grilled cheese sandwich, with bacon or mushrooms, had me swearing off pale American cheese versions ever after.

Desserts are handled by Sula Teller, formerly of Milton's. A yummy butterscotch-pecan bread pudding is the "signature dessert;" dessert of the day, a peanut butter extravaganza of cookies, ice cream and truffles also was delicious. Citrus rice pudding sounded elective at best, but by the time I finished dinner I trusted the kitchen completely, and they didn't let me down.

Upstairs dining at PrairieFire is slightly "more formal"; we ate downstairs but both are beautifully appointed. Of particular note are the breathtaking paintings, which positively glow under gallery-quality lighting. I especially enjoyed the gentle satire of a series depicting such eateries as "Bud's Cafe," with its specialties of hamburgers and chili.

Real PrairieFires eventually die down, but under the expert hand of a chef and staff who know -- and care about -- what they're doing, we can hope that this PrairieFire will sustain a long, controlled burn.

-- The Mag can be reached at 832-7178.

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