My turn.
We were last at Sixteen several years ago for brunch, previously reported upthread. With the advent of a new chef and a new pastry chef and because we had always been curious about dinner, I decided that a return was in order. (A few days later, we were tickled to see a tweet from Dave Beran: “Randomly walked into bar at sixteen tonight. @cheflents spots us and hits us with courses from upcoming menu. Delicious!!! Eat this menu!!!”)
Then, I sit and slave over (okay, maybe “dally” is a better word) this review only to have Gonzo70 and then nsextasy and then uhockey beat me to the punch!

Our menu was largely—though not completely—the same eight courses: as one example, we didn’t have Brussels sprouts but got venison (I’d say that was a fair trade.) More important, we agree in large part with what Gonzo70’s observations.
It was LDC’s birthday so she got to choose the menu. As Gonzo70 noted, the choice is among three tasting menus: four, eight, or sixteen courses. The eight (and sixteen) course menu is “pre-decided” in that the kitchen has decided what those courses are. We didn’t anticipate any problems with that restriction and, in the event, there weren’t any. (For what it’s worth, as recently as this summer, the choices were thirteen-course, six-course, and a la carte. That’s been changed.)
As noted upthread, Sixteen named a new chef at the beginning of the year: Thomas Lents, chef de cuisine at Robuchon’s Mansion in Las Vegas. New restaurant director, too: Will Douillet (formerly of Alinea and Next). Oh, and new pastry chef: Patrick Fahy, from Blackbird/Café des Architectes.
Our server was quite enthusiastic and polished at the same time. Though he was undoubtedly reciting a carefully considered script, it never came off that way. Our only quibble with the script was the notion that Chef Lents had so fundamentally rethought and reconcepted tasting menus that we should take everything we knew—or thought we knew—about tasting menus, “crumple it up and toss it out the window.” Uh, no. Carefully attuned to the season, well-thought out, beautifully crafted, exquisitely presented, yes to all of those things. A whole new, previously unheard-of approach to tasting menus, no.
As our questions wound down and we zeroed in our placing our order, our server noted one last thing. It is fall and fall is truffle season. The kitchen had obtained some white truffles and so the chef was offering a truffle risotto as an optional add-on. We so opted. (It’s not insignificant to note that the risotto is $70 per person; and perhaps a testament to the specialness of the occasion for folks dining there, we noted that a large number of tables chose the risotto.)
We were truly astonished, for a Saturday evening, that the place wasn’t ever full. We had a very early reservation but arrived late and so were in the house from about 6:30 until after 9 pm. The room was never more than two-thirds full, the more surprising considering (a) the recent publicity (earning back the Michelin star that was taken away last year, among other things, (b) the very high quality of the food, and (c) the view. Dinner isn’t cheap but it isn’t out of line with other places operating at the same level and we were quite surprised to see more than a handful of empty tables. Given our overall pleasure with things, we do very much hope that more people discover the great work Lents and his entire staff are doing.
Speaking of fall, it is worth noting that Chef Lents is originally from Michigan and so, it seems fair to say, has a local’s sensitivity to the Midwestern “experience.” Not that those who grew up elsewhere can’t pick it up, but that growing up in the Midwest makes a difference. With Lents’ resume (he started at the Everest Room with Jean Joho and it was only up from there), he obviously had the freedom to reject an offer from Sixteen without harming his career. We should be very happy indeed that he accepted their offer: we’re lucky to have him here. (There’s an illuminating, if brief, interview with him at the Grub Street website,
here.)
Jeff Ruby wrote an insightful, enthusiastic
review this past August for
Chicago Magazine. Last note: much of the menu now pays homage to Chicago. Thus, the first offering placed on the table is a very high-end, wonderfully delicious popcorn…thank you, Garrett’s. And note the humor in the paper cone in which the fried smelts are served. Sixteen, for those who didn’t know, occupies the site of the former Sun-Times building.
Amuses: Popcorn; Emmentaler gougere; fried smeltAll three were great. One quibble: the young man presenting the gougere offered the serving dish and indicated that we were to take one even though we had no plate to set it on. I guess we were expected to pop it immediately into our mouths, ready or not. As it happened, I was still working on something and would have liked to have him set it down for a moment. Faced with no choice, I took it and put it on the popcorn dish. We both loved the humor of the smelts “cone,” though the fish could have been crisper. The dipping sauce (uhockey said tartar sauce, which makes sense, but my recollection was something different…in any case, it was much more complex than I anticipated) was excellent.
Verjus, ginger, grapeI wasn’t expecting a lot from this (beautiful presentation notwithstanding). I was wrong. The foam was redolent of ginger and it worked absolutely perfectly with the verjus. A terrific appetizer: tart, sweet, light, perfectly balanced and a great introduction to the meal to come.
(Smoked)Trout, leek, appleNo. Remarkably enough, I didn’t adjust the color on this picture. We were told it was smoked trout and it tasted like smoked trout. It just happened to look exactly like salmon. Thank you, uhockey, for clarifying that it was ruby trout. We tend to agree that it was a pleasant dish—nothing less than very good (or better) but nothing exceptional or surprising, nothing unexpected and so, at the end, “pleasant.”
Kabocha, chestnut, cardamomYou have to wonder what’s up when the plates are delivered and the server sticks around for a moment and then starts off by saying how intelligent we both undoubtedly are. Huh? He then warns us—noting, of course, that we’re too wise to do so—not to sprinkle the sand and pinecones, etc., that decorate the serving plate into the soup. It really IS sand; they really ARE pinecones. Kinda makes you wonder…. The soup was lovely and the course wonderful in evoking the season from the presentation to the taste. Altogether a success. (Note to the staff: the name of the ingredient is kabocha. It’s three syllables and although it’s a Japanese word, it’s not hard to say. Get it right. No one said it correctly and everyone managed to get it wrong in a different way.)
White truffle risottoLest there be any question, the portion you see there is barely one-quarter cup. Though we joked, it’s one of those rueful jokes: each spoon was about $10. On the other hand, Chef Lents came out to slice the truffles and he was nothing if not generous in his portion. And the risotto was fabulous. If I had a quibble, I’d say that I prefer the rice (Chef explained that it was Carnaroli but didn’t have much else to say) a touch more done. Was it worth $70? I don’t know: I find I can’t evaluate a course that way. I feel more comfortable saying that the whole experience—the dinner, the service, the ambiance—was or wasn’t worth a particular price; I can’t do the same with a single course.
Turbot, salsify, pumpkinUnlike uhockey’s, our was simply served plated, not prepared tableside. We also enjoyed it very much—a thoughtful combination of ingredients, perfectly done.
Pig’s trotter, truffle, pomme pureeThe only course we agreed that didn’t do much for either of us. The pig’s trotter was hollowed out and used as a “casing” for house-made sausage; both of us found it a little too…gamy…to enjoy. Here’s also where I have a problem with someone and I suspect that someone is the kitchen. I asked our server to tell me about the sausage. He said that he couldn’t and explained in the nicest possible way that the chef wouldn’t divulge—even to the servers—what’s in the sausage. I find complete silence hard to understand and speaking entirely for myself, don’t like being told that the chef won’t share any information whatsoever. That is unquestionably his prerogative but sometimes I like to know the components of a course or a dish and resent being left 100% in the dark.
Compounding our unhappiness with the stuffed trotter was the fact that neither of our slices of pork loin was particularly tender. Flavorful, yes; tender, no. The “pomme puree” is either the same as (or extremely similar to) the potato puree that Robuchon is so famous for. It’s hard to know how to describe it; though it’s ultimately no more than mashed potatoes, it’s no more “like” mashed potatoes than foie is like a piece of liver. The reason the portion is so small is because the potatoes are so unbelievably rich that you wouldn’t want more. Beautifully, exquisitely, done. Hard to believe that anyone couldn’t love these.
Venison, juniper, cranberryThe cranberry mostarda made this dish, in my estimation. Don’t misunderstand: the venison was nearly flawless, cooked just right, fork-tender, intense, rich, slightly gamy. But that mostarda (which, in its strength and intensity is, admittedly, not for everyone) could not have been a better complement. Altogether lovely—maybe the best course of the night.
Pink pearl apple (sorbet), walnut, sorrelI love sorbet and have found over the years that people either have the skill and knowledge to make the most of the flavor or don’t. Sorbets are either pretty intense or not. We were both pleased at how apple-y this course was. A lovely interlude indeed.
Cider, goat’s milk, brown butterI can’t improve on or add anything to uhockey’s description, so I won’t try.
Dessert cartVery clever, many nods to Chicago, and exquisitely done. I think we might have been a bit more impressed had we not had a remarkably similar presentation only a few weeks ago at
Steirereck in Vienna. That is not at all to criticize this offering: every single item we chose was exquisite, both beautiful and truly delicious. Only to observe that some of the delight in the creative vehicle was missing.
Selections from the dessert cartI had a few “candy bars” and other items and every single one was absolutely scrumptious. A delight of a course.
I’m pleased to say that I very much enjoyed and was impressed with our sommelier. I chose not to have the pairings ($75) but to have two glasses, a white and a red, instead. I was delighted to be treated like an intelligent patron and not condescended to. We discussed the pros and cons of the by-the-glass list, which wasn’t particularly substantial. He not only offered to include a pour of anything from the pairings list but also mentioned several other options as well. I was quite pleased by our choices and think I may continue to go this way. I lose track of eight or ten (or more) wines in the course of a tasting and feel like I remember little, if anything. While there is undoubtedly much to be said for individual pairings like that, I think I enjoyed the two glasses more and could spend more time focusing on them. (Since we had a long discussion about alcohol levels and whites, I was very pleased when he brought over a generous pour of a Chardonnay from a maker new to me: a 2010 Diatom, “Kodo.” The winery is in the Santa Rita Hills in the Central Coast and the glass was a pure delight. I am tired to death of oaky chards and this one never saw the inside of an oak barrel: rich, extremely well-balanced; nice (if unexpected) complexity. Some minerality, stone fruits; maybe a touch austere.
Our “parting gift” was what uhockey called an apple turnover. I think of it more the way it was described when it was handed to us: a pop-tart. I will say only that if Pop-Tarts tasted like this, I’d have them for breakfast every day. Wow!
A word on the service: we thought it was professional, polished, but not quite there. Servers varied in their interaction and warmth, which is to be expected. But when a server makes a point of asking us to consider coffee or tea after dinner, I expected them to follow up the suggestion and ask again. We were visited by someone with bread twice. All evening. The breads were very good but, remarkably enough, we would have liked to be offered more than one or two pieces. We realize that there are other tables to serve and so we don’t expect to have someone at our elbow every moment. But in the course of several hours, more than twice doesn’t seem to ask too much.
Here’s how Gonzo70 summed up his experience, in part: “The food at Sixteen was consistently very good, some great, but I would not say that anything stood out as being phenomenal or mind blowing or left me craving more. The food really highlighted the seasons…. All of the food was beautifully and meticulously plated…. I would say that Sixteen is very deserving of their recently awarded Michelin star…. Sixteen definitely has multiple star potential but are not quite there yet. To ascend to the next level the food needs to be a little more memorable with a couple mind blowing courses, the service flow a bit more smoothly and the experience made to be a bit more of a special event….”
We agree completely. However, we disagree with his next sentence in which he noted that these are “picky criticisms.” Given what we presume must be Chef Lents’ and Sixteen’s aspirations, things like that aren’t picky, they’re critical. I’m glad to see the gist of this sudden group of reviews is all highly complimentary. And yet I’d withhold some praise. There are still issues: as Gonzo70 said, nothing blew us away, nothing left us craving more. I noted some service issues, as did all of the recent reviewers. I wish I could be unreservedly praiseworthy but I just don’t think they’re there yet. However, the one common theme that I do get from the others reviews and it’s one that I heartily agree with is: this is already a terrific place and it’s one that will almost certainly only get better. It is absolutely, undeniably a place to watch. Given the competition at this level, that’s no small praise. If you haven’t been—or haven’t been in a while—you really do owe yourself a visit. Now!
Gypsy Boy
"I am not a glutton--I am an explorer of food." (Erma Bombeck)