Esquire Magazine food critic John Mariani is, apparently, not a fan of Moto, Avenues or Alinea. Only one Chicago restaurant made his list of best new spots in America -- Butter.
Butter?
And in reviewing it, he takes a healthy potshot at chefs Achatz, Bowles, and Cantu. Italics mine.
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Chicago is presently in the sensationalist grip of a few hocus-pocus chefs trying to make headlines based on things like burning incense next to a dish of venison and forcing desserts into squeeze tubes—a total misunderstanding of the experimental cuisine of Spain's Ferran Adrià. Thank God, then, for Chicago chefs like Ryan Poli, who, at twenty-eight, is translating his own training from Madrid's highly creative La Broche into sensible ideas that actually taste even better than the "concept." Butter is a big, two-storied room, but not too loud (until the upstairs lounge kicks in), and the waitresses' Midwestern hospitality flows over every table. The name has no particular connection to the kitchen's use of the fat, but there is a wonderful richness of flavors in Poli's cooking, including sardines seared with crispy chorizo, baby leeks, and a balsamic reduction, and—in proud, city-of-the-big-shoulders style—sweetbread goulash with a shot of aromatic paprika. A vibrant bordelaise sauce ennobles seared monkfish with turnips and lentils, and pork comes two ways on one plate—as tenderloin and as crispy, braised belly with a fabulous endive marmalade and white-bean puree. It all goes to prove that authentic culinary talent knows the limits of good taste. "