I made a detour on my way home tonight, and hopped-off the Broadway #36 bus at the end of it's run at the corner of Devon & Clark, and walked several blocks N. to
Masouleh Restaurant. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision for which I was camera-less.
The room has a comforting feel, the moment you walk in the door. The oak floors (Pergo, perhaps?), the exposed brick walls and the background music. I was flying solo so the waitress directed me to one of the two deuce tables on the window.
Before I go further, one note:
the restaurant is now open until 9 p.m. on Sunday, an extension of an hour from what I see in an earlier post here was the 8 p.m. closing. I walked into the restaurant at about 7 p.m.
I don't have much of a background in Persian/Iranian food but I picked-out an entree I thought I'd like:
Khoureshte Fesenjan - chunks of white-meat chicken cooked in a walnut and pomegranate sauce served in a small dish and accompanied by a large plate upon which rests basmati rice. As a side-dish I ordered:
Zayton Parvardeh - large green olives (with pit in-tact) served in a thick, cold walnut and pomegranate sauce (not a sauce, actually, but I'm at a loss to affix the correct description). The entree was preceded by a basket of quartered pita bread which had a slightly sweet taste. Some condiments were served on a separate plate - radish, cheese and cilantro . . . and cup of the soup of the day was also included.
Overall, I really liked the restaurant and the meal. If there was a drawback it was the mostly inept waitress who I think hasn't been adequately schooled or prepared well enough to do the job expected of her.
The waitress brought my side as an appetizer, and then said, "You're really going to eat these?" When she brought the soup I asked what type/kind of soup it was and she said, "Beans. Oh, maybe lentils and some beans. Something like that." I could make-out the lentils but still don't know what else was in the cup. The soup was in need some salt, and some other spices; it was just "okay."
This was the first time I'd eaten
Khoureshte Fesenjan and I liked it. The walnut/pomegranate sauce was lighter and more liquid, thinner than the sauce which coated the olive side-dish. In a later conversation with the female half of the ownership team she told me that they add some sugar to the mixture to offset the natural pomegranate flavors. I thought the rice was too dry, too crispy. Maybe that's the norm for this type of food, but more moisture would have been a plus. Though, there was enough sauce to fully-wet the rice as I ate the chicken.
I chose
Doogh as my beverage, and didn't like it. I kept telling myself that it was good for me, so drink it - but I could get through only 3/4 of the large glass.
Dessert wasn't in the cards for me tonight, I took a pass.
I had to practically tackle the waitress to get her attention and to have her bring my check and after I paid her I waited 10-minutes for her to bring back my change . . . I had to walk up to the owner and ask for it; the waitress was cleaning other tables.
When I arrived at the restaurant there were 8 people already there and when I left at 7:45 p.m. there were four.
The owner asked me how I'd heard about the restaurant, because, she explained, they are not doing any advertising. I told her I'd first read a note about the place in Mike Sula's column at the
Chicago Reader. She smiled and said they'd had a good reaction as a result of the mention; last Saturday, she said, customers were lined-up waiting for tables. I told her about LTH and said there was an ongoing discussion and that I'd be posting my own remarks. She thanked me and wandered off attending to business.
Masouleh is a nice addition to an already interesting collection of places at which to eat on N. Clark St. Thanks for shining the light.