Niche's menu is one page long (or short, you might say), as is the wine list. The former changes now and then depending on what's available from local purveyors, but it typically comprises about ten appetizers, six entrées, a trio of side dishes and four desserts. As an alternative to standard à la carte dining, Niche offers a three-course prix fixe in which you choose any starter, any entrée and any dessert, for $30.
To repeat: Niche offers a three-course prix fixe meal which any customer can curate for himself from the entire menu for thirty dollars. This is nothing short of an amazing deal, and if there is but one diner who has passed through Niche's doors and opted against the prix fixe, I'd like that person to write in to this newspaper and give me a damn good reason why. Prix fixe meals are usually offered in the touristy parts of larger cities (and often as a quick pre-show dinner option in theater districts). Here in St. Louis, $25 prix fixe lunches were famously offered over the summer as part of a downtown dining promotion. They usually consist of pre-selected plates and downsized portions, which allows the house to serve whatever is most cost- and time-efficient. The prix fixe at Niche ranks the restaurant in a niche of its own. Better still, Craft and co. back up the gimmick with solidly prepared and often fantastic food.
A pair of sea scallops plated on a pile of stem-on spinach leaves with a scattering of pineapple slices produced mellifluous three-note harmony in an appetizer. The scallops were lightly seasoned and just a little firm. Riding the latest crest of what's in in produce, a pomegranate salad with chicken confit showcased individually tasty elements (the pomegranate seeds, the greens below, the confit) but couldn't coalesce; absent any evidence of dressing, the little pomegranate seeds were left with the burden of bringing the disparate dry elements together. A modest "bistro steak," a chuck tenderloin cut nearly blackened on the outside but still bloody within, was served with two nifty and audacious dipping sauces: a sweet-and-sour soy caramel and a sweet-and-sweeter pear port sauce. I'm told the pork loin has already proven to be one of Niche's most popular main courses, and it is a standout, thanks in part to the blushing cut of meat, but due mostly to the accompanying carrot purée, which looks like a puddle of butternut squash soup, or maybe a sweet potato bisque. It sort of tasted like sweet potato too, what with its natural sweetness, but then again, it may just have been the visual trompe l'oeil.
Pastry chef Matthew Rice has been around the block a few times, if not the nation (he's clocked time at Gramercy Tavern and Craft in New York City), and his handiwork evidences his ability to turn the old into the new. At Niche the molten chocolate cake or chocolate lava cake, or warmed, ganache-filled cake, or whatever you want to call it is labeled "liquid" chocolate cake, which is as silly a synonym as any of those others. What set Rice's cake apart when I tried it was its luscious, refreshing side scoop of candy-cane gelato, with real bits of candy cane mixed in. (This has since been swapped out for a Nutella gelato.) His pumpkin bread pudding, meanwhile, is one of the best bread puddings I've ever had, which is also off the menu for the season: Eggy, quiche-y, spongy and squishy, it was served in a cup but would stand on its own without that architectural support. (Schnurr says the newly introduced Tahitian vanilla bean crème brûlée with Meyer lemon shortbread cookies might make a suitable substitute.) At 11 p.m. on weekends, Niche transforms itself into a dessert and drinks bar, showcasing Rice's creations alongside paired wine tastings.
On the topic of architecture, Niche's small, single room has been carved out of the heretofore unused ground-floor space in the Sidney Street Lofts. The design is sleek and uncluttered, with large, inviting windows along the storefront façade and a black-and-white color scheme offset by splashes of velvety red. Despite the minimalist décor, it can feel cramped inside Niche. To prevent the entire restaurant from feeling a draft during winter months, a glass partition that kind of feels like a penalty box has been erected just inside the front door. The hostess stand, a handsome antique desk, abuts this partition on the other side, resulting in the awkward situation of receiving your initial greeting from the hostess through a pane of glass. So abbreviated is the bar, meanwhile, its tail end diminishes into a mere drinking ledge nailed onto a wall. In order to save precious counter space for quaffers, there's also no eating at the bar after 7 p.m. on weekends, which is a buzzkill. (On occasion the house will take reservations for dinner at the bar.) Customers need to play nice with one another at Niche; there's a lot of scooching of chairs to clear a path to the restroom, a lot of de facto eavesdropping and shared piles of stacked coats along the dining-room-long banquette. Parties are packed in so compactly in the dining space that on one visit some crewneck-sweater-and-pleated-khakis blowhard at the table next to ours felt justified in shoving an empty bottle of wine under our server's nose as our order was being taken, demanding that two more such bottles be brought for him and his buddies.
Though the wine list is anything but thorough, its authors have done a fine job of culling pleasant, crowd-pleasing, low-price-point varietals. (There's also an even briefer roster of higher-end bottles, available upon request.) Bonny Doon's Big House Red is a supple, serviceable by-the-glass selection, as are other California labels such as Au Bon Climat chardonnay and Steele's Sonoma Coast restaurant cuvée (a nice stand-in for pinot noir). It was a little disappointing (and a little amusing) to hear our waiter repeatedly use the word "ganache" when he meant "grenache." But he was very friendly and attentive.
This review of Niche is a bit on the short side. Which in Niche's case is not only fitting, but flattering.