During our summer vacation to northern Minnesota, one of the things that I wanted to seek out was a good ol' fashioned northwoods supper club. There were just a handful in the area and one of them that we checked out was sort of "iffy". However, one that we did find was a steak house that was about halfway between Bemidji and Blackduck on the old US Highway 71 - Turtle River Chophouse. We checked via phone one afternoon to see if they were open that evening and made reservations when we were told they were.
Turtle River is really nothing more than a point in the road where there are a handful of businesses that cater to outdoorsmen and campers. For years, the focal point of Turtle River was a small supper club by the name of Bar 71. Bar 71 looked like a barn with an addition on the back and was locally famous for their fish fry's and their fresh walleye platters. But in September of 2012, a fire that started in the kitchen wiped out the restaurant. Owners had planned on rebuilding, but that never happened. The property sat dormant for awhile before two brothers came to the rescue.
Derek and Brett Leach had bought the Bemidji burger joint Bar 209 in 2011 and were itching to do something a little more upscale for their next restaurant. They purchased the property that Bar 71 sat upon in the summer of 2013 once it was determined that the owners of the old supper club were not going to rebuild. Part of the original building was salvaged in the fire, but the brothers determined that they wanted to rebuild a larger space with a new foundation underneath. Turtle River Chophouse opened in the early spring of 2014.
We had driven up to Blackduck earlier in the day and decided to stop off at the Turtle River Chophouse before they were opened to make sure this place was legitimate. Turns out that it was and then some. (see map) The outside of the building was modern looking with a stone patio off to the side. It was a beautiful evening, but we wanted to eat inside.
Just inside the front door is a cross-cut section of a white pine tree that had fallen during a storm on a nearby property back in 2003. It was lacquered and small arrow notes showed that the tree sprouted in 1825 and historical dates were marked along the rings of tree. I noticed it immediately when I came in, but lingered a few moments to check out the information arrows on the cross-section of the tree when we left.
As I said, we made reservations earlier in the day - we were told by one restaurant when we started to do some research on going to the Bemidji area a couple weeks prior that we had to have reservations according to the state mandate when restaurants across Minnesota reopened a number of weeks ago. But the young lady at the hostess stand at Turtle River Chophouse said that most of the time people don't show up with a reservation, they would take their name and number just like it was a real reservation and still seat patrons. My wife and I figured the names and phone numbers had to be in place in case a COVID-19 outbreak started in the restaurant on a given day.
We were seated at a table in the dining area along the wall. A couple menus were dropped off with us when we sat down. The place wasn't fancy, but it wasn't a dank bar and grill, either. We were dressed in casual clothing that night, but a table filled with a family celebrating a birthday on the other side of the dining area had a couple guys that looked like they had just come in from the fields to have dinner at Turtle River Chophouse. Stone-tiled floors and a high-ceiling gave the dining area some roominess, and my wife immediately discovered the acoustical tiles attached to the ceiling to help lower ambient noise. A couple three palm trees - we found out later they were real - were sitting in middle of the dining area.
The bar area is attached to dining area. Flat screen televisions hung on either side of the long rectangular bar. The kitchen area with a large service window that looked out into the long room was just past the bar. The only remnant of the old 71 Bar was the Pabst Blue Ribbon lighted sign that hung above the kitchen service window. And they had a great selection of tunes playing in the background on their music system. We heard recordings from Modest Mouse, Strumbellas, Lord Huron, and a great rendition of the classic Simon and Garfunkel "The Boxer" by Jerry Douglas backed by Mumford & Sons.
Our server for the evening was a fun and effervescent young lady by the name of Cailin. She was friendly and chatty all evening long. She asked us what she could get from the bar for us while we looked over the menu. I saw that they had Alaskan Amber on tap and I ordered one of those. (Although, later, I wished I hadn't as it was a little flat.) My wife got her usual Tito's vodka and cranberry juice.
The menu at Turtle River Chophouse was not exactly what we were expecting. It was more of an upscale steakhouse and not quite the quintessential northwoods supper club that we had hoped to find. And that was not a deal breaker for us. In fact, Turtle River would be a good place to eat if it were in any mid-sized Midwestern city. It was just sort of surprising for the type of menu they had in middle of the sticks 11 miles from Bemidji, MN.
At a supper club in the northwoods of Minnesota, you probably wouldn't see sesame-crusted ahi tuna on the menu, and you probably wouldn't see Korean barbecued ribs. They also had interesting items such as shrimp with gnocchi, chicken and rice stir fry, and spinach-dip-stuffed chicken breasts topped with a garlic cream sauce. In fact, they only had one steak on the menu - an 8-ounce sirloin steak with a gorgonzola butter topping. Yes, it was not your typical supper club by any stretch of the imagination.
Another thing you don't see at northwoods supper clubs are sushi rolls. But they had them at Turtle River Chophouse. Actually, my wife and I were a little hesitant, but also somewhat intrigued about them. When Cailin came back, I asked her about the sushi rolls. I apologized in advance for being so incredulous that they would have fresh seafood sushi rolls on the menu at a restaurant in the middle of the woods in Northern Minnesota. "We actually sell quite a few of them," she said. "They're actually pretty good." What the hell - we had to give them a try.
And our incredulity pretty much stopped after popping a slice of the spicy tuna roll that we had ordered into our mouths. The tuna was fresh and not fishy in taste. The spicy drizzle gave the roll a nice little "pop" in flavor, and they were certainly better than grocery store-bought spicy tuna rolls that I've had in the past. The only thing was that they didn't give us enough wasabi or fresh ginger. But we were more than able to work around that.
Being that it wasn't a true supper club, we had a bit of a hard time digesting the menu. When Cailin came back to take our food order, we still weren't ready to order just yet. But my wife and I both determined that we were going to drink red wine with our meal. I ordered up a bottle of the Jeff Runquist 1448, a blended Californian red. We had been getting into blends lately and some have been very good while others have been sort of "meh!" But with the 1448, we were both surprised and happy with the complex flavors the wine offered.
After ordering our main courses, house salads came out beforehand. The salad featured thick romaine leaves with slices of fresh tomatoes and cucumbers. A very hearty balsamic vinaigrette came on the side as a dressing. Everything in the salad tasted farm fresh and was a nice start to the meal.
For her main entree that evening, my wife got the special that night - beef filet medallions topped with crusted gorgonzola sitting on a bed of mashed potatoes. Some vegetables came with the medallions. She was in the mood for steak that night, but since there were only two choices for steaks, she went with the medallions. She was a little skeptical when it was served to you, but she was happy with her choice after a couple of bites.
I went with the seafood linguine with Italian sausage and mussels in light red sauce - once again, not something you'd expect to see at a restaurants in the middle of the woods in northern Minnesota. Parsley, sliced red peppers and basil were mixed in with the sausage, mussels and linguine noodles. This dish, too, was surprisingly very good.
For dessert - which we both really didn't need after all the food we'd had - we went with the creme brûlée. It was good quality creme brûlée and it definitely appeared that they had someone back in the kitchen who knew how to make it - and make it correctly.
We had been talking with Cailin about the Turtle River Chophouse. We had been to the brothers' other restaurant Bar 209 a couple night's previously. (They also own Red Stu Breakfast Bar and the Cabin Coffee House in Bemidji.) We were asking her about the origin of Turtle River Chophouse and she was telling us the story of Bar 71 and the night it caught on fire. "It started at 2:30 in the morning," Cailin told us. "So, immediately, people around here thought it was suspicious. I don't know if it was or not, but Derek and Brett came in after a while and bought the place. The tore down what was left of the old building and built this."
By now, most of the other people in the restaurant had cleared out except for a couple people seated at the bar. A man came over as we were finishing up our wine and trying to finish the very rich creme brûlée. He asked how everything was and I told him it was surprisingly very good. It turned out that it was one of the co-owners, Brett Leach. He asked me how it was so surprising. I told him that we sort of expected a northern Minnesota supper club-type of menu and we were surprised to see some of the things on the menu - things that we didn't expect to find out in the country less than 100 miles from the Canadian border.
"We set out to make it a little more upscale than other restaurants in the area," Brett explained to us. "But we didn't want to make it so upscale that the locals wouldn't appreciate the food." He said that business has been steady during the pandemic, but not at the numbers they've seen in the past. "People aren't traveling like they have in the past," he said. "But we're holding our own."
We remarked about the sushi rolls and he said, "We get our fish for sushi three times a week. We're still debating whether it's worth it, but we do sell a fair amount of sushi rolls."
I asked him how business was normally in the winter time for them. "It's surprisingly not bad. We have a steady clientele of people who either live here year round or come here to ice fish or snowmobile or cross-country ski," he explained. "But that may be a different story this winter."
My wife asked him how he got started in the restaurant business. He told us that he and his brother worked at a steak house in Bemidji - "Not too much different from this place," he said - working bussing tables and in the kitchen. "But I got my real start working in my grandmother's kitchen when I was a little boy," he said. It turned out that his grandmother had a working farm with 30 farmhands where she would cook 3 meals a day for the workers. "I had to learn how to help her prep food, clean dishes, make sure we had enough provisions. Stuff like that," he told us. "My grandmother would make three different types of pies each morning after breakfast." Brett said that was his introduction to working in a kitchen and it taught him how to work in a high-impact kitchen and having to come up with solutions on the fly if something didn't quite work out.
We had told him that we had already eaten at Bar 209 and wondered if he had any recommendations of other restaurants we needed to try in the immediate area around Bemidji. He gave us a couple three names of places that we actually did give a try including Tutto Bene. I remarked to my wife that I felt he was very gracious to do that, helping support other places in the area. Most restaurateurs would have probably said, "Oh, you won't find anything in the area as good as MY place!"
If you've read all the way through this post, you've figured out by now how pleasantly surprised we were with our visit to Turtle River Chophouse. It was definitely a unique find in the lakes region of northern Minnesota. It wasn't the typical "relish tray/three-bean salad/prime rib"-kind of supper club that you can find in the northwoods. The menu was interesting, the food - we thought - was very good, the atmosphere was nice, the decor was welcoming, and the service was efficient and personable with some fun mixed in. We had a lot of good to great meals on our trip to northern Minnesota and this one may be the most memorable in terms of how surprising it turned out to be.