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Dish Du Jour

A five-star chef finds peace behind the deli counter.

By Elaine T. Cicora

Published on July 11, 2007

By many measures, chef Donna Chriszt's career has been a disaster. At best, it's a reminder that even the most gifted can reach into the jaws of victory and pull out a humiliating defeat. At worst, it's a grim if oft-told tale of ambition outweighing common sense.

While well known, the details remain appropriately gory. Chriszt made a name for herself in the mid-1990s at such trendy-at-the-time spots as Burgess Grand Café, Marlin, and Pig Heaven. Then the 30-year-old decided to strike out on her own. Brilliant start notwithstanding, the plan quickly turned into a rout: Between 1997 and 2001 -- a span of less than four years -- the young hotshot managed to launch, then lose, three different restaurants: Jeso, on Clifton Boulevard; J Café, in Woodmere; and OZ Bar & Bistro, in Tremont.

Lockouts, lawsuits, firings, vicious rumors, and a heaping helping of frustration accompanied her downward spiral. By 2005, the woman that Bon Appétit magazine had once dubbed "one of Cleveland's hip, young chefs" couldn't beg her way into a job in any kitchen in the region.

Yet here she stands on a sunny afternoon at the doorway to Dish Deli & Catering, her tiny new project in Tremont. Open since May in the former Take-a-Bite space across from Lincoln Park, the digs could hardly seem less imposing. But this little foothold marks Chriszt's first public presence in nearly two years.

No, this isn't where she thought she would be 10 years ago. Back then, when national publications like Food & Wine and Restaurant Hospitality were singing her praises, she figured she was on the fast track to culinary stardom: invited to cook at the Beard House in New York, courted by big-city food editors, and considered a smart bet for achieving celebrity status, à la Cleveland's other hip young chef, Michael Symon. (Symon, you may recall, has gone on to fulfill his promise, opening Lola, then Lolita, and most recently Manhattan's Parea.)

At the very least, she figured, she would be running a couple of cool little bistros by now -- maybe one on the East Side, one on the West -- creating the type of stylish, vibrant, global cuisine that got her noticed in the first place: her rare tuna martinis, her fabulous pot stickers, and that famous Voodoo Chicken.

But today, she's just happy to be here, dishing up salads, soups, and sandwiches for the carryout crowd at a small deli -- and doing it within sight of the building that once housed her great and powerful OZ.

Sure, she's bitter. But only a little. She tries to focus on the lessons her path has taught her. "I was young and cocky back then," she admits. "I made a lot of bad decisions. But now, my goal is simple -- I just want to make my customers happy." If selling a pound of pasta salad to a guy in paint-stained work boots is what it takes to spread the joy, then hand Chriszt a serving spoon.

Not that the deli's constantly changing menu ignores her talents. It's composed of notably fresh ingredients, sharply honed seasonings, intense sauces, and even a few old faves -- pot stickers and Voodoo Chicken sandwiches among them.

Pulled pork with peach barbecue sauce on cornbread, a special, harks back to the chef's Pig Heaven days. Turkey meatloaf sandwiches and a Greek cucumber salad are old Take-a-Bite staples. And Asian-accented noodle bowls with ginger-soy dressing have become big sellers.

Chriszt's surprisingly dainty stromboli, wrapped in tender homemade dough, packs a sturdy punch, thanks to a prosciutto, salami, and provolone filling. And crispy eggplant rolls, stuffed with creamy ricotta -- another one of the numerous daily specials -- could compete with any restaurant dish in town; on the side, a thick, robust, and dizzyingly nuanced red sauce adds the gourmet touch.

"I don't have to sell an $18 dish to feel like a chef," she sniffs, motioning toward the deli case. "This tomato-mozzarella salad is my art now. Does it make me less of a chef because it's only $3? Or more of a chef, because anyone can afford to buy it?"

It's a hard-won perspective, developed over what Chriszt admits were "a lot of difficult years.

"I didn't think things through back then. I was young and naive and way too trusting, and it resulted in just a lot of pain and angst. Losing Jeso, being fired from J Café . . . Can you imagine how that felt? But I try not to look back on those mistakes. I try to take them as learning experiences and move on."

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