
A LOVE LETTER TO RACLETTE
There are foods you eat, and then there are foods that become an experience. It's February, it's Vermont, and it felt like the perfect time to pay homage to one of the most gloriously cozy meals on the planet. If you haven't encountered raclette yet, brace yourself…once you do, you will be immediately smitten.
So what exactly IS raclette?
The name comes from the French word racler — "to scrape" — and it refers to the cheese, the method of preparation, and the overall dining ritual all at once. The tradition traces back to Swiss shepherds in the French-speaking Valais region, with some accounts dating it as far back as 1291.

Photo: Spruce Peak
The idea was simple and genius: melt a half-wheel of semi-soft cheese over an open fire, then scrape the bubbling, golden layer directly onto whatever's in front of you…potatoes, bread, pickles, cured meats. Warming, communal, utterly satisfying.
The cheese itself, traditionally a semi-firm alpine style, has a nutty, slightly earthy flavor when cold and transforms into something silky and complex when heated, with just a hint of smokiness from the fire. It melts beautifully without getting greasy, which is its superpower.
Part of the fun is really in the spread. You can pair it with the traditional accompaniments of cornichons and boiled potatoes, or you might prefer cured meats, crusty bread, roasted vegetables, apples, pears, figs, mushrooms, even a little honey. Everyone finds their favorite combination.
Now consider Vermont in February. The mountains, the wood smoke, the particular kind of cold that makes you want something genuinely warming…raclette was practically invented for this moment. It is, by design, a slow-down-and-stay-a-while kind of meal. The fire is part of it. The scraping is part of it. Watching it happen is half the fun.
Luckily, you don't have to go to the Alps to have this experience. In fact, you don't even have to leave the state.
The WhistlePig Pavilion at Spruce Peak in Stowe is the crown jewel for raclette in Vermont, and frankly is one of the more memorable dining experiences the state has to offer. Step inside and you're hit with the smell of a crackling wood fire and something irresistibly savory in the air.
Chef Nate Kulchak has elevated this Swiss tradition into something truly spectacular, working with a custom-designed, blacksmith-forged apparatus that holds the cheese facing the open hearth…an approach that yields a silkier melt and a subtle, smoky depth you simply cannot replicate on a countertop grill. The cheese wheel in question is "Reading," an artisan raclette made right here in Vermont by Spring Brook Farm in Reading…so yes, this is about as locally rooted as it gets.
Their menu is brimming with classic fixings like potatoes and cornichons, or you can go for something more adventurous…fire-grilled steak with chimichurri, or the Figgy Piggy with prosciutto, apples, pears, and figs. They even have raclette nachos (my personal definition of heaven).
Of course, this is the WhistlePig Pavilion…so the raclette pairs beautifully with the whiskey's earthy, smoky notes that cut right through the richness of the cheese. Best of all, you can take your plate outside and watch the ice skaters gliding across the rink. It is a Vermont winter moment, full stop.
And if you’re not quite close enough to Stowe for your raclette fix, you can also often find it closer to Burlington at Salt & Bubbles wine bar in Essex. They often bring raclette into their seasonal fall/winter menu, which makes perfect sense…there are few better excuses to open a great bottle than a table full of melted cheese. It’s worth checking their current menu in case it rotates, but when they have it, it pretty much makes for an ideal evening.
