Excellent dinner last night at Aria Restaurant (in the Fairmont Hotel). We wanted something nice but were pretty much winging it at Aria; though I’d heard of it, I know no one who’s been and couldn’t find a lot written on it of a substantive nature. Our experience? In a word: excellent. We will be back.
The room appears to be somewhat half-moon shaped, in a gentle arc, and although the décor was not to our particular taste, it was certainly in good taste. Even better, the tables were rather generously spaced. The room itself was neither particular quiet nor particularly noisy and the music, which sounded like world music, was generally quiet and easy to listen to. From the moment we were served our water from a large aluminum (?) frog—other animals are on tap, as it were—we knew we were in for an unusual evening.
But your interest and ours was the food. As you may know, the menu is a largely a series of Asian variations, although there are a number of dishes that have nothing to do with Asia (such as steaks and a few Moroccan entrees). But I get ahead of myself. The evening begins with a basket of very fresh naan cut into pie-shaped slices. Accompanying the naan are four small “sauces,” each with its own spoon: a mild lentil “stew,” a yogurt-based dip, spinach-based one, and a pureed cashews and raisins. Each is different but, as you can see, an Asian influence immediately asserts itself. Should you be seated in the right place, you can watch one chef whose sole responsibility appears to be baking the naan. It’s a below-counter “oven” and quite intriguing to watch as he manipulates giant chopstick-like stainless steel tongs to pull the bread off the walls of the oven. The bread is literally fresh from the oven and you may have as much of it as you wish—a distinct danger as it’s easy to fill up before anything else arrives. Pace yourself. Because the appetizers are impressive.
There are about half a dozen cold ones and perhaps a few more hot ones. Again, although there are non-Asian offerings (including a buffalo carpaccio, wild mushroom risotto, a trio of Hudson valley foie gras, and a few intriguing salads), most reflect some Asian cuisine, whether it be the Shanghai spinach salad (with edamame and daikon sprouts, among other things, and a ginger-mirin dressing), the hot and sour baked rock shrimp, or our choices: “Thai basil shrimp and lemongrass-scented chicken gyoza” (for the Lovely Dining Companion) or shrimp “kow maan” for me. The former was served in a bamboo steamer and the presentation was beautiful. More to the point, the dish was excellent. The gyoza were lightly fried (and exceptionally grease/oil-free) and exactly the right portion. The gyoza were accompanied by some shaved scallions, a few slices of remarkably mild hot red pepper, and two vinaigrettes: a chili-sesame and a yasawa soy. (We couldn’t identify the elements in the latter, but it was also quite mild and a very pleasant accompaniment.) Topping the dish (literally and figuratively) were stunning hand-carved and polished wooden chopsticks.
My shrimp kow maan was also beautifully presented in a large deep bowl. Several shrimp surrounded a two or three-inch coconut shrimp rice cake, whose textures were simply astonishing—from the creamy rice inside to the crispy, lightly-fried rice on the top and bottom. Piped around the entire circumference was a remarkably flavorful thai basil coconut foam. I am not a fan of foams but this one won me over. More coconut than basil in flavor, it nevertheless complemented the dish perfectly without overwhelming it. It added flavor without adding any "weight." Best of all, the sauce itself, a deep peanut-colored (not flavored), very rich sauce. Atop the rice cake, a shredded green papaya “salad.” And a small dish of steamed white rice which I unceremoniously dumped into the sauce, the better to soak up every drop. As mentioned, the textures, from the foam to the crispy/creamy rice cake, were stunning, and the flavors exceptional. All in all, it’s hard to imagine a better start to the dinner.
Choosing dinner was a challenge. Too many intriguing choices and tempting combinations. Some of the items we did not choose included: chicken tagine with couscous, cured black olives and preserved lemon; roasted cod with a soy/mirin glaze, shimeji mushrooms, and “fork-mashed snap peas”; Hong Kong bbq duck and lobster “chow mein” with coriander noodles (also offered in a vegetarian option); spit-roasted rack of lamb with tomato-eggplant relish and coriander jus. A true wealth of fascinating options. They even offer a selection of steaks for the un-adventurous, ranging from a 10-ounce filet ($42) to a 28-ounce smoked prime rib chop ($48 ). After much discussion, LDC finally chose the bi bim bop, a large assortment of steamed “Asian” vegetables, all casseroled up with jasmine rice, grilled tofu, egg, sriracha, and a shiitake-miso broth. Once again, the flavors melded perfectly. The accompanying sauce was rich and flavorful without being heavy or overwhelming the dish itself. Two side dishes came with it: a pickled cabbage and what appears to have been pickled daikon. Great complements and, as with the appetizers, the entree was beautifully presented in its own glazed ceramic bowl.
I ordered vatapa, a name and a dish completely new to me. It is, I now learn, a Brazilian dish. Having never had it before, I have no basis for comparison nor any notion how this preparation compares to the authentic Brazilian dish. What I can say is that it was, again, stunning. The relatively small (but, it turned out, precisely right) portion combined jumbo shrimp and striped bass (absolutely perfectly cooked, I must add). The sauce, a coconut milk/lemongrass “essence,” included both cashews and slices of the tiniest okra I've seen. Words fail me. Superb comes to mind. A total of no more than six or eight bites, but each better than the last. I cannot conjure a better sauce.
Equally impressive, the wine that was recommended. I had been leaning toward a gewurz (which, in retrospect, I think, would have been just fine). Instead, the waiter directed me to a wine new to me, an albarinho from Spain. He offered a generous tasting of it, should I decide otherwise. But it was wonderful: a bit heavier than light-bodied (which was the direction I was leaning), perfect acid, citrus-y notes that perfectly complemented the lemongrass in the sauce. And a perfect summer wine as well.
(I should add a short parenthetical here. Aria has an impressive wine list covering the world. A very nice selection of both reds and whites by the glass, and an exceptional variety. When was the last time you saw wine from Lebanon on a wine list? The reds by the glass included selections from California and Oregon, Australia, Chile, Tuscany, Spain, and France. Also represented elsewhere, Argentina, the Hudson Valley, South Africa, New Zealand, and on and on. Prices by the glass ranged from $9 to 14 and bottles from $35 to $185, with a healthy sprinkling throughout. Also a few exceptional champagnes for over $200.)
One interesting/odd note: apparently the kitchen sends a little tray to every table to "accompany" dinner. The tray contains approximately one serving each of three savory side dishes, usually at least two of which are potato-based. Ours included a traditional turkey stuffing with pine nuts, a sweet potato dish so sweet it could have qualified as a dessert, and a "plain" mashed potatoes so rich in butter that the cows would have been embarrassed. This gift from the kitchen was the subject of much discussion between LDC and I. Each item was, as usual, excellent. But the items had no relation whatsoever to either entree on the table or, indeed, to most entrees on the menu. The kitchen is justifiably proud of these offerings, yet one must wonder--at least if one is me--why they are presented to every table, regardless of entree. They would have worked with the steaks; with bi bim bop and vatapa, not so much.... I am required to add that this opinion is mine; LDC also thought they were excellent and was unbothered by what I took to be a jarring note, no matter how delicious. Our discussion continues, because LDC raises some good points in favor of the kitchen doing precisely what it is doing.
Although we had a wait a little longer than we would have liked before the appetizers and, again, before the entrees arrived, I will note that the house was completely full the entire time we were there and that the waiter was attentive enough to keep us apprised. Though a delay, it was not so much that it reached the level of a conversation topic. And given the quality of the food, was quickly forgotten.
As dinner wound on, we had watched stunningly presented desserts being served to other tables. The presentations alone were sufficient to pique one’s interest. But as we tasted our appetizers and our entrees, it became clear that desserts were a must. And the dessert menu, truth be told, is one of the few I can remember in many years that truly and genuinely left me torn. As with the appetizers and the entrees, the selections show creativity, a sense of humor, and best of all, temptations galore. You choose! a Thai lemongrass crème brulee with passionfruit granita and cardamom-scented “exotic fruit”; artisanal cheeses accompanied by a pineapple/cherry chutney, huckleberry relish, peach current preserves, and golden raisin fennel toast; a Vietnamese iced-coffee float, complete with five-spice spring roll and sesame shortbread; or three “courses” of single-origin chocolates from Ecuador, Madagascar, and Venezuela, each “prepared in styles reflecting the native flavors of each region.” Ay-ay-ay…. How to choose, how to choose?
We finally settled on one of the evening’s specials: tiny ladyfingers surrounding a vanilla/chestnut puree, tied with a vanilla bean, and I opted for a four-flavor selection of sorbets. I’m usually a sucker for sorbets, if they sound tempting enough. I’ll spare you the recounting of truly mediocre sorbets I have encountered over the years. So easy to make and yet so hard to make right. Sort of like playing Mozart. A child can play the notes. Only a genius can make the notes “work.” And brilliance, if not genius, was at work here: Concord grape, roasted French butter pear, Meyer lemon/hibiscus, and my personal, all-time favorite, blood orange. Not only very nice selection, but intense flavors all around. Pear is, at least in my experience, a notoriously difficult flavor to “intensify.” This was not only pear, but roasted pear. The “roasted” part came through loud and clear. The lemon/hibiscus, tart and assertive. And best of all, blood orange with a powerful, concentrated essence of flavor.
(For those inclined to wonder: two appetizers, two entrees, one glass of wine and two desserts. Tax and tip included, about $145. Not cheap, but very reasonable for the food and the evening.)
In re-reading my review, perhaps I err a bit on the side of enthusiasm. Perhaps I was so relieved that the experience turned out so much better than I could have hoped, I remember the evening bathed in a golden glow. But even without the glow, Aria performed superbly and I would not hesitate to recommend it. There are people—my parents come to mind—for whom the offerings may be just a bit too…offbeat. For us, they retained enough of the familiar to accompany the charge of the new. We had a great time and will return without hesitation. Beautiful presentations, highly flavorful, creative dishes and choices, reasonable prices, and very good service. What’s not to like?
(P.S. All of the menus are available online at ariachicago.com; click on the link to "cuisine.")
Gypsy Boy
"I am not a glutton--I am an explorer of food." (Erma Bombeck)