Like
last year, my original plan for the early hours of the Super Bowl was to take the family to Avec-- that being the one time that Avec actually could be made to be family-friendly. But I had a suspicion when the Bears got into the Super Bowl that they would just give up and let the staff stay home to watch the game, and sure enough as we drove past other Randolph St. joints looking dark and shuttered, Avec too proved to have some sign on the door we
didn't really need to read to know what it said.
My backup plan was to scout out some of the new places in the Mag Mile area, figuring they would be more likely to be open; and we soon spotted Quartino's large sign lit up. The game was on inside, the staff occasionally fell under its spell--
--but while the bar was noisy, the restaurant was fairly empty, and asking for a table where the TVs weren't visible brought us to what's probably usually the worst seat in the house, back against a wall and behind a pillar-- couldn't have been more perfect for our desire to keep the kids out of view of the electronic crack machine.
The interior of Quartino is supposed to evoke an old school meat market or the like-- tin ceiling, white enameled cases and white tile-- and they sure didn't cheap out on making it convincing; I had to check the exterior of the building afterwards to be certain that it was too new to have housed a genuine old place of this sort.
The menu is a little of this and a little of that-- mostly house-made salume and cheeses, insalate, pastas and pizzas, small plate stuff. Being in a salume mood from Avec, we started by putting together a plate of nosh stuff precariously balanced on a pizza stand:
It was a nice assortment-- I particularly liked the lonzino, air dried pork loin with sprightly fresh herb flavors-- though I had a vague sense that nothing really had the full-on funk of Avec's European-style salume. It came with various dips, accents and accessories like giardinera, not that many of which seemed to me to enhance what we were eating. (The dark stuff at left is caponata, an eggplant salad.) Still, we had no problem scooping and dipping away at it. We also had an octopus salad that was rather bland, only a vague taste of lemon and oil instead of coming to a sharp point with citrus and maybe garlic like it should have.
Next we ordered a pizza, mainly for the kids. You know, it's funny to think, there was probably a few months, after Quartino opened, when it and Follia had the two best Neapolitan-style pizzas in town. Then they started opening all over the place, and Quartino's seems somewhere back in the pack-- not sure what oven they have, but it didn't have that high heat-char that we've grown to know and love at other places around town.
We also had the polenta fries-- that was basically a mistake, those are only for people who've already had too much booze already, and are looking for something to soak it up. Deep-fried Malt-O-Meal. On the other hand, a special of tagliatelle bolognese was terrific, with fresh pasta and, contrary to any impression that they were afraid of funky flavors, a stronger taste of organ meats in the sauce than, for instance, Terragusto's. And at $9 for a reasonable, not typically excessive, portion, it was nice to have a special that was first-rate yet didn't take the opportunity to gouge you for the privilege.
Finally, we finished with freshly fried, gooey doughnuts with honey to dip them in, and a lemon "panino"-- lemon gelato inside lemon cookies topped with lemon cream and candied lemon rind, plenty big enough to share among four. It was lemony all right!
I expected a bill over $100 (and I note some complaining above that prices have gone up), so I was pleasantly surprised to find that we had eaten a lot of different things for the four of us, several of them very good (and others less so), and had a perfectly nice wine off their list of things specially imported for them, for only about $80. Besides striking me as reasonable, Quartino struck me as the sort of place that's generally better than it has to be-- the crowd is happy hour and make-the-scene types, the food could be pure plastic like a Bar Louie or something, but it shows a commitment to authentic flavors that's completely admirable even if not
quite at the top for Italian food in Chicago-- and well worth a visit given the uncharacteristically reasonable tab for its location.