I hope your friends took you to Paprikash, Rebbe
No, they didn't, but . . . what a birthday surprise I got instead! The dinner (had on the 22nd, the Friday before my actual birthday, the 24th) was spectacular and unexpected. The whole weekend of food was so great, actually, that it inspired me to write a long, rambling, post-food orgy glow of a letter to LTH, which of course was cut off and never made it to the forum thanks to some internet difficulties. It was quite the missive, I can assure you. To sum it all up, though -
-- The birthday boy whom I had taken to Jang Mo Nim, his wife, and my brother (who flew in from NYC and who had secretly arranged everything) took me to my first dinner at Topolobampo! (oooohhh...). Wow. The cocktails, the Sopa Azteca, the salads, the lobster, desserts, even the tortillas were just . . . amazing. Gotta give the hyperactive Burger King pitchman his just due. My brother loves Chicago and treating his friends and family members to elaborate, fancy dinners, so he was in altruists heaven. A meal to remember, for sure. (Though some obviously hard-wired, genetic quality in me shudders when I see a 35 dollar main course, well, shit, I wasn't paying! Bring it on! Shit, gimme TWO Lobsters! He's on an expense account! And jesters for my entertainment! Where is my jester??!! Ha ha!!!)
-- Before he flew back on Sunday (Saturday was a wash cause my band had a gig in Naperville, though my big bro did his part and bought several rounds of 18 year old single malt Mac-Clan-whateverthefuck which washed down the so-so bar food with aplomb) the four of us broke our cherries at Ed's Potsticker House. The details of this meal made up the bulk of my earlier, crazier post. Basically, there is no hype about this restaurant - it's all true, and all delicious. After we had decided on Chinatown for dim sum as the only appropriate Sunday meal (for my b'day, my brother's sendoff, and just cause it's dim sum and we all love dim sum), we descended into the maze and mess of Cermak on Sunday at 1:00. (another reason why I prefer Furama on the northside for my dim sum needs). After circling 5 times with no parking luck, the bell went off in my head - "Ed's potsticker house! Archer to Halsted! I'm driving and they have no choice anyway! Ha-haaa!!" Off we went in the rebbe-mobile to Ed's. We found a parking spot right in front of the place (gotta love Bridgeport!) and walked into a restaurant that was 2/3 full and all Chinese. (thus fulfilling one of my brothers golden rules in determining a good Chinese retaurant: more orientals than occidentals). It was, also, blessedly, thankfully . . . q-u-i-e-t. You could hear a rat pissin on cotton in that joint. Even the large table with the baby and two toddlers was almost eerily silent. No TV or news radio or muzak blaring, either. (unlike Won Kow, my two friends' unfortunate favorite in Chinatown - I've never been a big fan - which loves to blast either the FM oldies station or lite rock crap). All of Which told me that these are people focused on one thing (keeping their mouths occupied) - the FOOD. And, oh, my brothers and sisters, what food 'twas. ** Beijing Wonton Soup ** (I'm a broth man, not a thick soup man, so I persuaded everyone to go for this rather than the hot and sour, and we were rewarded. Deep, almost smoky Hyman Broth, but still refreshing. Slivered black mushroom, roast pork, and green onion to complement the thin skinned, ginger/garlic/pork/shrimp beauties floating in this tureen of holy water. Could have been my meal in toto had we not shared and had we not tried the following: Korean style glass noodle with sesame, hot pepper, beef and egg. (whoa.) Lamb with cumin (double secret oh my fucking god baruch hashem whoa); signature potstickers (22 ring gauge shapes, but crispy, tasty buggers); a scallion pancake like creation stuffed with thin slices of brisket (damn good, made better with some hot oil (I almost instinctively started reaching behind me for Gary's chili oil!!) and soy.) One of us even got a traditional Chinese/American gwai loh type dish, too (I think chicken in black bean) and even that was done with a deft touch and a zing and piquancy of taste which separated it from 99& of the places on the block (or, should I say, up and a little east on the block). All of this, plus dessert (in the form of eye 'candy' courtesy of the friendly and most fetching owner (?) Ran, a long, lean, lanky, hot little potsticker herself) for 37 shekels. Great, great, meal - inspiring to know what can be done with Chinese food with good ingredients, some creativity, and a lot of care by an obviously knowledgeable kitchen. To paraphrase Yakov Smirnoff - "what a birthday!"
Da (older, no wiser, but much more sated) Rebbe