Every once in a while, someone writes to bring an overlooked spot to the fore. And so it's my pleasure now to try to sprinkle a little LTH love on
Viand. It’s a place I’d heard of but knew nothing about. It has apparently been through a number of iterations but I was still quite surprised to find virtually nothing in LTH archives. I write to remedy that omission and to shine the spotlight on a place that deserves more attention.
Last Saturday evening was an occasion in multiple ways. The Lovely Dining Companion chose the restaurant and arranged the evening. We went to Viand with another couple. I had never been and knew little about the place.
Steve Chiappetti, formerly of Café Le Coq in Oak Park and of Mango, downtown, is in charge. He’s been there since last fall and in early March, LDC happened to notice a very positive review by Phil Vettel. Though she’ll often point out reviews for discussion, she kept this one under her hat and I happened not to see it. It seems that out that Chiappetti is from a family that been in the meat business for a spell: the
Chiappetti Lamb and Veal Company is a four-generation Chicago enterprise. He knows his meats and it certainly pays dividends for him and for us as well.
We had an early reservation at 6:30 and I know that at least three of us were startled to be led into the private dining room, just off to the side, between the bar and the main room. This cozy, very high-ceilinged room accommodated four perfectly (one wall is wine and the other has glass-paneled pocket doors) and could, I imagine, seat no more than twice that comfortably. Our server, though young, was well-informed and knew the menu well. He recited the several specials without reading from his notes, could answers our questions knowledgeably (we’ll discuss his one lapse later), and was personable without being intrusive.
The menu is divided into quarters: “first” covers the appetizers and then each of three sections offers entrees “from the water,” “from the farm,” and “from the land.” Each section contains about six well-devised choices. To highlight the last by way of example, the offerings included a four-cheese ravioli with white truffle sauce; a wild mushroom risotto; penne with peas, tomato, basil and mozzarella; and a tagine of root vegetables. Each section had variety as well as intrigue, without crossing the line.
Appetizers we chose were the peeky toe crab “salad” in a spicy carrot and curry soup, goat cheese and beet salad, pot stickers, and braised lamb ribs. The crab was just the right portion and soup complemented it nicely; I was very pleased with my choice. So too the others. So much so that I couldn’t cadge a taste and can only report clean plates. Our entrees reflected a range of dishes, allowing the kitchen to showcase its abilities. We ordered a leg of lamb special, a parmesan-crusted pork chop (with a mustard sauce, if I recall correctly), the tagine, and a fillet of sole wrapped around shrimp souffle. I’ll speak to the last first, since it was my dish. The nicely cooked sole was wrapped around a shrimp mousse, topped with two shrimp and sitting in a “puddle” of lobster hollandaise. Accompanying it was an artichoke/tomato ragout. I’m not completely convinced that the ragout was the right accompaniment...there was a sharpness to the dish that fought the rich mousse and hollandaise. And yet the dish as a whole was wonderful. I enjoyed the fish and the shrimp mousse very much. The presentation was stellar. Indeed, this is probably a good moment to note that the presentations and service both were excellent. The server was assisted throughout by a young woman and both took great care in presenting the plates. This was one of those times when the presentation was so carefully executed and the service so meticulous that the whole exceeded the sum of its parts, creating a delightful atmosphere and special feel.
Again, the others professed themselves very happy with each of their dishes and clean plates once again attested to the veracity of the claims. LDC was the only one to take (beautifully wrapped) leftovers, and the spiciness of the harissa broth may have been part of the reason (though I notice that it disappeared from the refrigerator in fairly short order).
My only real disappointment of the evening came when choosing a wine from the list. There was a very nice selection—not especially large, but well chosen and quite reasonably priced, with many bottles in the $30-50 range. (Also a big plus in my book, a wide selection of wines were available by 3 oz. and 6 oz. portions and there were even a number of splits offered.) I settled on an Alsatian pinot gris (Dopf au Moulin, 2004) and wanted to chat about it a little before ordering it since I had never had it. I phrased my initial comment so that the server could field it or defer to the sommelier if he felt out of his depth. The server fielded it himself but then said that he could only comment on wines he had personally tasted. He steered the discussion to the two bottles (a pinot gris from A to Z, in Oregon) and a Italian pinot grigio he knew about. He never answered my question and I was so non-plussed—my error—that I didn’t ask for the sommelier. Who knows? Maybe the sommelier wasn’t there. In the event, I went with the A to Z; fairness compels me to say that it was excellent and we were well pleased at how nicely it complemented my sole and my friend’s pork.
I save the best for last, as did LDC. Our server took coffee orders and after serving them said that when we were finished, he would take us to dessert. The three of us who knew nothing about what was in store looked at each other. LDC said nothing and the server said nothing. What on earth? Was he taking us to another room? To the main dining room? Would we have no say in our dessert?
As it turned out, no, we did not have any say in our dessert. After we had duly finished our coffees, cappuccinos, etc., our server escorted us out of the restaurant and into…a stretch limousine for a thirty-minute glide about town! Inside the limo, a plate with a selection of desserts and a bottle of sparkling wine on ice. We were taken down to Soldier Field, around by the Planetarium, up to Navy Pier, and then back to the restaurant. Golly. I mean, GOLLY!
The desserts (and the wine, for that matter) were fine but nothing I would make special note of. But the opportunity to feel like a big-shot, seeing the sights from inside a ridiculously comfortable (and quiet) perch. Wow! What a spectacular end to the meal and what a wonderful option, especially given the price (either $50 or $50/couple--there was some confusion, I was told later). LDC said, as I recall, that it is available only on Saturday nights, but I don’t find that an issue.
As impressive as the finish was, I post primarily to bring attention to a place that I think deserves far more attention than it has received. Indeed, one of Vettel’s points in his review was that the restaurant suffers on account of its location (it’s directly across from Bice, for those who know the neighborhood), east of Michigan. I don’t know if he’s right or wrong, but I do know that all four of us enjoyed our evening a great deal—even before the ride. We’ll be back.
Viand
155 E. Ontario
(312) 255-8505
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