Josephine wrote:None of the posts above mentioned that Dave's delivers.
LAZ wrote:According to the menu, they make all the breads, soups, ravioli, desserts and salad dressings in-house. On somebody's recommendation, I had a salad with the house-made creamy garlic salad dressing, and it is potent stuff.
riddlemay wrote:Walking in, we found a waiting crowd and a level of cacophony and chaos for which the word "madhouse" might not be an exaggeration.
leek wrote:They also are good about requests. It's not on the menu but they will sautee spinach with garlic, add a grilled chicken breast, sub grilled chicken for sauteed, sub zucchini for cheese in their calzone, leave out the stick of butter they add to their sauteed dishes, etc.
mrbarolo wrote:I was one of those students for whom the sight and smell of Dave's spelled happiness. I was just getting interested in wine then, and either they were BYO, or they allowed it with no charge, because the walls and window ledges of the old place were lined with the empties of guests past, many inscribed with names and references to the occasion celebrated.
mrbarolo wrote:Brings me back.
I seem to recall a spate fairly negative, condescending posts at one time---may have been all the way back in the CH days.
I was one of those students for whom the sight and smell of Dave's spelled happiness. I was just getting interested in wine then, and either they were BYO, or they allowed it with no charge, because the walls and window ledges of the old place were lined with the empties of guests past, many inscribed with names and references to the occasion celebrated.
The great thing was that it was a real restaurant, and you could actually afford it. We'd fill up a booth and stuff our lean and always hungry frames with starch and sauce. I used to stick my head over the rising garlic steam from the Vesuvio and inhale before I tucked in, though my usual plate was pasta with both an obscenely large sausage and an additional meatball. (One more meatball and my plate could have got me arrested for public lewdness.)
Used to consume loaves of the good bread before dinner came, then eat all the starch on the plate, then sop up the remainng sauce with more bread. And here I am today, 30 lbs. heavier, same appetite, metabolism slowed to a crawl.
Haven't been there, probably, since I left Evanston. I miss that stretch with the Dominicks on one side, Daves and Pine Yard on the other. Today's Evanston is unrecognizable to me. A better restaurant town, no doubt, but I'm glad I was there when I was. Daves, the Third Rail (where they ground their own beef, and made a real, anchovy salad dressing), Sherman Snack Shop for every day breakfast/lunch and a chat with Eunice, the waitress with the beehive and catseye glasses, The Keg (for occasions), Fritz That's It for brunch salad bar (a crazy new concept to me), and Cafe Provencal for when you really thought you'd become a grown up. (And the mysterious sandwich man making his rounds of the dorms to get you through a paper or finals week.)
Through my wistful nostalgic sobs, I hear Mary Hopkins singing, "Those Were the Days."
Energetic multi generational mix of people, knowledgeable enthusiastic staff, (more than) fair wine prices, crusty bread and grilled lamb chops. I should go to Dave's more often.G Wiv wrote:Restaurant was filled with a mixed crowd of happy diners, students, families, older couples, celebrations, pleasant murmur of conversation perfect background to our meal.
On a Friday night we waited about 25-minutes at 7:30, but there were 15 in our group so our wait time might not be indicative of smaller parties. I'd guess the wait time for smaller parties was 10-minutes or so.riddlemay wrote:What's the wait like on weeknights these days? The wait is the one hangup for me about the place, and 45 minutes (as last reported here in 2009) is too long for us. All my other associations with Dave's are fond ones.