CASINO DINING on the Southeast side of Chicago
Gambling on Casino
For yesterday evening, in the continuing celebration of my onomastico (part 1 at Carnitas Uruapan), we had planned an outing to Resi's but ended up having good reason to postpone our first trip to the Bierstube. Instead of heading north from our Printer's Row neighbourhood, we decided to go south and, indeed, to the far south, to an area that to my mind seems to be something like a Chicagoland analogue to New York's Staten Island. We headed south on Lake Shore/US 41 and continued further on past the end of Lake Shore, following US 41 as it turned into South Shore Drive and Burley Avenue and finally Mackinaw Avenue, all the way to Calumet Park at 95th, where we had decided to stop for a while, in order to let Lucantonius run around a bit and see the lake from a new (industrial) setting and give us a chance to breath in the invigorating south lake breeze, that our appetites be whetted. After an hour or so in the park, we headed off, westward on 95th Street, past the Calumet Fisheries and over to Commercial Avenue, turning southward into Ed Vrdolyak's old stomping ground, or what is left thereof, namely the old Croatian neighbourhood around Commercial in the upper 90's. Our destination was the Croatian restaurant Casino, which Amata had never been to but which I had fond memories of stemming from a visit in the early 1990's and a fine and very substantial and inexpensive meal.
The neighbourhood had clearly changed since last I had been there, with the overtly Croatian presence much reduced and the Casino restaurant itself now flanked by a Mexican grocery store and a soon-to-open taqueria. But Casino was still there, a couple of neon beer signs a-glowing and the front door open. We went in and found the medium sized dining room (ca. 12-14 tables?) empty but for a pair of what were surely CPD detectives, eating and quietly chatting. No sign of anyone who worked at the restaurant appeared for several minutes, not until after we had finally given up waiting and taken a table on our own; then finally a middle-aged woman with a very handsome visage but a rather dour mien appeared to deliver sandwich platters and remove soup bowls from the detectives� table. From there she strode up brusquely to our table to hand us menus and take an order for drinks. When she returned with our beverages, we attempted to ask her some questions about menu items, which she answered but in a terse manner, and it seemed clear that she was at that moment not especially interested in talking. We fell back on a mutually agreed first option, placed our order and watched the dour lady disappear back into the kitchen.
As soon as our waitress disappeared into the back room, the sounds of intense kitchen activity commenced and continued unabated for a number of minutes until she reappeared with our salads -- raw cabbage in vinegar, reminiscent of cole slaw* insofar as it had the intense raw cabbage flavour but, to my delight, without the sweetness or mayonnaise richness of the American dish. From our table it was back to take care of the detectives briefly and thence another longish disappearance into the back room, whereupon the sounds of frenzied kitchen activity returned. Finally, some thirty minutes or so after our entrance, our dinner plates arrived and we began to eat.
Cashing in Our Chips
We had ordered two items: a 'Gypsy Platter for Two' and a half order of stuffed peppers, with the idea being to get a fairly broad sampling of the current Casino offerings. The Gypsy Platter for Two was arranged in two matching sets of equal portions divided by an invisible diagonal boundary across the large square plate. On each side there appeared the following: two pieces of
Parisian snicel, one skewer of
shishkebab (four pieces), one small patty of
pljeskavica, and two cylindrical pieces of
cevaps, accompanied by a mound of mashed potatoes, dressed in gravy and festooned with a bright slice of tomato standing up on edge in its puréed pedestal, and this potato-and-gravy-and-tomato assemblage itself all resting comfortably on a large leaf of iceberg lettuce. The only shared zone of the platter was a mound of chopped raw onion at the epicentre of the Gypsy feast, and a side-dish of corn which came in a separate bowl. A few minutes after the platter was served, the waitress and, quite obviously also chef, brought us our half order of stuffed peppers: one, very large red pepper stuffed with a combination of rice and ground meat, and accompanied by another mound of mashed potatoes and the whole dish dressed with a tomato flavoured gravy. Here follow comments on the individual items:
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Parisian snicel: veal, pounded quite thin, dipped in flour (no breadcrumbs) and fried. To me, this was the weakest element of the platter, for the flour coating was too voluminous and maintained an unwelcome floury taste. I would be most willing to try one of the three other snicel preparations and would suffer the Parisian again as part of the Gypsy Platter, but I would not want to order it on its own.
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shishkebab: marinated pork pieces, grilled. Tasty enough for me.
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pljeskavica: a well seasoned, ground meat patty of veal and pork; very tasty.
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cevaps: very garlicky, also very tasty.
• mashed potatoes and gravy, brown and red: serviceable.
• stuffed pepper: I think the individual pepper which we got had been overcooked, for the pepper itself was too soft and characterless. The stuffing, of rice and, I suspect, veal and pork, was very nice and I would gladly try this again.
Lucantonius ate some mashed potatoes, cevaps and shishkebab and seemed reasonably happy. Amata can speak for herself but I will add that she had for dessert a
krempita, which I sampled not once but thrice, in order to be certain that it really was as delicious as it first seemed -- it was.
Casino's Empress
When the waitress/chef brought us our stuffed pepper, she also checked on how we were enjoying our Gypsy Platter. By this time, with the preparation of our meal done and the two detectives gone, there was clearly a different mien on her handsome face. And when we asked a few questions about the food, she broke into a smile and chatted in a very friendly manner with us. After we finished dinner and she returned to clear the table and take dessert orders, we chatted some more and, with no other customers competing for her attention, we were treated to an engaging conversation on various topics, some food related and some not. Who had seemed so dour earlier on, turned out to be a very charming person indeed, with an excellent command of idiomatic English to go along with a fairly strong accent. It turns out that she is, in fact, Bosnian, more specifically a Bosnian Croat, and one with little patience for those from the old country who are inclined to bring their tribal conflicts with them to the U.S. She took over the restaurant from the previous southside Croatian owners in 1997 and, though she usually has the help of another woman who works for her, she clearly does the bulk of the work in her business. What seemed like dourness was, in reality, just the usual reserve of Europeans, perhaps a little augmented among people from places like Bosnia, together with, I presume, a bit of fatigue at the end of a long work day.
Casino is obviously not a place where one finds
haute cuisine, but it offered us a very satisfying meal from a cuisine that we seldom get to enjoy. In addition, we got to chat with and learn something of a very interesting person. The drive was long, but the prices low and the 'winnings' certainly large enough to bring us back.
But alas, as the Empress of Casino said to me before we left, if you want to come, don't wait too long, because if you do, you might find a Mexican place.
Some further practical notes
There is a full-service bar, as they say, though no bartender, aside from the hostess/waitress/chef. The beer offerings were only of the most basic sort, i.e., no beers from Croatia: just Becks, Heineken, and various products of the two American mega-brewers. I should have, but failed, to ask if any Dalmatian or Slovenian wines are available.
There are daily a couple of specials ($5-6), the most interesting of which seemed to me to be the Dalmatian Roast chicken ($6.50), which is offered on both Saturdays and Mondays and, according to our hostess, is very popular. Two other dishes which I�d like to try are the
vesalica (grilled veal steak) and the
muckalica (pork with onions and peppers); the other
snicels are 'Casino', natur and Vienna. There are also different soups offered daily and a number of sandwiches, all about $4. Half orders are available for a number of the basic dishes, none of which costs more than $9. The Gypsy Platter for two costs $20. Finally, the delicious
krempita costs a mere $2.
Casino Restaurant
9706 South Commercial
Chicago
773-221-5189
Open till 9 p.m.; closed Sundays.
Antonius
* Lucantonius has analysed the phrase 'cole slaw' as 'cold slop', declaring one day that one of his day-care mates had ended up with "cold slop in his hair." An intelligent child, if I do say so myself. I'm not so keen on cold slop myself.
Post-site-move character problems fixed.
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Antonius on October 17th, 2005, 8:59 am, edited 5 times in total.
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