The company I work for changed office locations last week. It was a big move, into a nice new office tower in River North. Though I’m familiar with the new neighborhood, other than stopping on occasion at the large McDonalds at LaSalle/Clark and Grand/Ohio – I’d not had the need to locate places to eat lunch on a regular basis.
The first week’s exploration didn’t reveal much of interest. Though, Lou Malnati’s is a short walk from the office and I did enjoy a lunch of spaghetti and meatballs. The meatballs were some of the best I’ve had in a restaurant, and the marinara sauce was nicely seasoned – and on the pucker scale I’d give it a 10.
This second week of exploration led me to the door of the
Ohio House Restaurant. Like countless others, I’ve probably walked past this restaurant a hundred times in my life without ever opening the door and sitting down. Monday was different, and it’ll probably take a crow bar to pry me out of the place in the future.
Ohio House Restaurant 
From the moment I sat down in this, the –
World’s Largest Little Restaurant – I felt at home, felt like I was in some of the small towns I’ve work in or visited over the years. There’s nothing pretentious about the place. It’s one of those places where most of the customers are probably
regulars. The woman who runs the place could be your mother, grandmother and though the décor screams
diner the feel is like you’re in someone’s home kitchen – that woman’s kitchen . . . having lunch.
That first lunch was a patty melt sandwich. The burger patty wasn’t anything special, but the grilled onions caught my attention. The sandwiches – the
deluxe sandwiches – are accompanied by a cup of one of two daily homemade soups, and my choice was an Italian vegetable which was the high-point of the meal. Ice tea is my drink of choice at lunch and when the woman server answered my question about home-brewed or machine dispensed . . . that she made her own . . . I had another reason to like the place. The sandwiches come with fries, but I didn’t want fries – and when I asked about a substitution the gal gave me a wide-range of choices, including vegetables . . . and the green beans worked well with the rest of the meal.
Pepper and Egg Sandwich
Beef Barley Soup
Tuesday, I had a taste for a pepper and egg sandwich – which appears on the menu. When the woman told me the sandwich is served on toast I feigned disbelief, “What, no French or Italian bread?” “No, just toast,” she replied. “Okay,” I said . . . “Forget the sandwich, I’ll have something else.” “No,” she came back at me. “We’ll make it
your way, but I’ll have to add an egg to it and it’ll cost you a Dollar more.” I liked the honesty and willingness to give me what I want, instead of a “It’s our way, or the highway.” attitude. The sandwich was accompanied by a bowl of beef barley soup – with good and tender beef chunks – a helping of vegetables and I didn’t have to ask for an iced tea . . . it was brought to the table as if I was a customer who’d been patronizing the place for years.
Baked Breaded Pork Chops with Potato Pancakes
Dumpling Soup with Chicken
Wednesday I was back, once again. I can’t remember eating at a place,
any place, three days consecutively. But when I was leaving after lunch Tuesday the grillman stopped at my booth and said Wednesday was baked pork chop day . . . and the women added, “Potato pancakes, too.” Well, that’s all they had to say. They set the hook, very well. The pork chops were about ¼" thick. The breading wasn’t anything special – the flavor didn’t stand out – but the meat was moist and the breading complimentary; minimally seasoned. When I asked the woman what she used to bread the pork chops she replied, “The regular stuff.” The potato pancakes struck me as being more of a patty of fried mashed potatoe’s. I’m spoilt, though – because I live in a building full of Jewish Mothers who pamper me with homemade latke’s. My soup choice was dumpling, with chicken. It was a hearty soup, with nice chunks of chicken meat.
This is a very small restaurant. There are 3 or 4 booths that’ll accommodate 4 persons each, and maybe a couple of booths for two people. 7 or 8 stools are at the counter. The regulars in attendance help to make this a warm and fuzzy place . . . the woman knows many of the personal stories, knows of family members, problems, etc. A sprinkling of nearby business owners have been there during my visits. I ran into two people I've known for 25+ years eating there this week: one is a Dentist, the other a Real Estate Broker . . . each told me they’ve been patronizing the restaurant for years. The food is bargain-priced for the neighborhood - any of the Downtown neighborhoods.
I know the blush will eventually wear off this new rose of mine, but I expect I’ll be having lunch at the Ohio House Restaurant more often than anyplace else in the months ahead. Lucky me.
Ohio House Restaurant600 North LaSalle Street
Chicago, Illinois 60610
312.751.2038
Hours: 5:30 a.m. until closing (typically, I understand, approx. 5:30 p.m.)
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Bill on April 18th, 2009, 10:14 am, edited 2 times in total.