i<3pizza wrote:To be sure, I have absolutely loved the food at each of my visits here and would eagerly go back, but I have not so far been able to feel totally comfortable and relaxed there; rather, I just feel a sort of mismatch between the intention and the reality.
There's also a mismatch for me of expectations and reality. I probably wouldn't go so far to say that I "absolutely love" the food at Girl & the Goat, but I have had a few dishes that have felt very special. Yet, I don't particularly like being there. Going to a restaurant that's garnered so many "best" accolades, perhaps in my mind I'm thinking the place should feel cool (food, crowd, etc.), and it just doesn't. I'm not saying that feeling cool is a priority--and I generally don't feel cool in the Randolph Corridor--but I've been somehow conditioned to expect that that's what Girl & the Goat--being supposedly an exceptional restaurant--should do for me.
My speculation was reinforced on Friday. A friend and I arrived at around 10pm, sans reservations, hoping to have dinner after some West Loop gallery visits. We had to ask a few people to slide over, but there was ample space for us in the lounge, which is where we settled for our meal. It turned out that one of the people sitting next to us, a solo diner in town for a convention, had never heard of "The Goat" or Stephanie Izard. He had been walking around the city, saw the traffic outside the restaurant and decided to check it out.
It was so refreshing to get his impressions of Girl & the Goat (including favorable comparisons to the Firehouse restaurant!). He enjoyed his meal, though was less impressed by the wine list and desserts. Given his brief company and conversation--for the first time--I felt content to be spending my Friday night there, free of any thoughts about the restaurant's status, PR, reviews.
Now for the kicker of our visit. I intended to pick up the bill for me and my dining companion, but when I attempted to do this, our server told us that our new acquaintance had taken care of it. Now, of course it's nice to be treated to a drink by a friend or someone you've just met. Equally fun is being the one to send over a surprise drink or bottle of wine. Our new acquaintance had already selected and had brought to us a bottle of wine to thank us for helping him navigate the beer list--an entirely unnecessary and very generous gesture on its own. However, at least for me, having a complete stranger (and someone clearly without other intentions) take care of a not insignificant dinner bill is...well...an
especially rare act of kindness. We truly tried to refuse, but it all happened in a flash. Then the gentleman was gone.
After he left, we realized that our server was standing at our table, just looking at us dumbstruck. Eventually, she asked, "Did you know that guy?" We explained that we didn't, that he just happened to be sitting next to us. Our server said, "He was very generous," clearly referring to the tip he left. Then she said, seemingly in disbelief, "That bottle of wine was $150." In the big scheme of things, I realize this isn't gads of money, but it was not a small courtesy. Perhaps a data point to add to
what happens when you ask people to move over in a restaurant!