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Take the elevator to the eighth floor. The hotel's lobby is to your left. Cielo is to your right, somewhat hidden behind partitions. The view of the Arch dominates both spaces. Outside the lobby is a large deck with a decorative fountain that looks like a swimming pool and seating for a few dozen diners.
(The deck also has a working hot tub. Is it disconcerting to look up from your house-made pappardelle with veal cheek to see someone's butt cheek emerging from the water? A tad.)
The restaurant itself has an airy, cosmopolitan feel, sophisticated but not stuffy, with high ceilings and enough splashes of color here and there to keep things interesting. There is seating for about 80, both banquettes and freestanding tables, and nearly all of the tables afford you a good view through the windows.
When Cielo is running smoothly, the dining experience is also several steps above the usual St. Louis restaurant. From the opening selection of sparkling, bottled or tap water to the dish of two small house-made candies that concludes your meal, Cielo offers many of the bells and whistles of fine dining that seem to be fading from fashion in today's more casual high-end restaurant scene.
Those bells and whistles come with a price: Cielo is expensive, with several entrées priced above $30. The selection of wines by the glass is very good, in terms of range and quality, but the average cost is roughly $14. The list of wines by the bottle, weighted toward Italian selections, contains at least one $500 entry.
Does the food live up to its price tag? Generally, yes. The pappardelle with veal cheek, broccoli rabe and lupini beans is fantastic, intensely flavored and perfectly seasoned. I loved the contrast between the tender, full-flavored meat, the bitter greens and the al dente, slightly sweet beans. The pappardelle is served in an unapologetically classic brown sauce, a forceful smack of veal demi-glace. My only complaint was the scarcity of meat. Considering the cost ($18 for a "small" serving), a bit more would have been welcome.
(Portions are restrained. The veal cheek notwithstanding, I approve, given the quality of ingredients, but if you like to measure your meal's worth by its weight, consider yourself warned.)
Executive chef Karen Hoffman's menu is Italian in the contemporary Italian-Italian, not Italian-American, mode. Antipasto selections include a plate of cured meats (mortadella, soppressata and bresaola) or a simple dish of extra-virgin olive oil, buffalo mozzarella and prosciutto. The bruschetta is wonderfully rustic: The toasted bread arrives unadorned; on the side is a dish of cannellini beans blended with tomato, garlic and pancetta.
I usually don't single out salads for praise — frankly, few are deserving — but a salad of tender Chioggia beets and arugula in a citrus vinaigrette, topped with shavings of ricotta salata, is superb.
The pasta menu is brief but intriguing; I had a difficult time choosing the pappardelle over the oxtail ravioli in brown butter sauce. In comparison, the selection of entrées is a letdown. The four seafood and six meat and poultry dishes run the usual gamut: scallops, striped bass, salmon; pork chop, two steaks, lamb chop, roasted chicken, veal.
The grilled Berkshire pork chop was a lovely cut, and the kitchen cooked it perfectly: The thick chop was tender all the way through without being undercooked. (I requested it medium.) Slices of crisp, mellow-sweet Bosc pear were an inspired pairing, and wilted chicory added a welcome bitter note.