Not much more needs to be said, so here are anther 500+ words on Tacquick:
I stopped in for lunch today because there was an open meter. I know I’m in the minority on this issue, but I think our new meter deal is great! So much parking!
I was immediately intrigued by one of the specials: Mouse Ears Salad. I’m sure it was some sort of flowering plant I never heard of, but it could have also been mouse ears. Also “Mouse Ears” were the only words on the chalkboard enclosed with quotation marks. I’m immediately suspicious when food is in quotation marks, like "cheese" or "crab" so I got the
Basil Duck. I’ve been eating more and more ducks lately because I hate them.
I go fishing in Humbolt Park a lot, and there is this one white duck that I can’t stand. Unlike the peaceful, polite mallard couples that nuzzle up to each other and act like they’re in a fucking beautiful painting, he spends the day quacking aimlessly and causing a ruckus. Always swimming too fast. We made eye contact once and I was the first to look away. That stuck with me all week.
This was an incredible dish. Big tender pieces of sliced duck, both light and dark meat. The pieces still had skin bacon-like and chewy. Salty. I rationed a few pieces to eat last.
Surprisingly earthy mushrooms. Subtle flavors, reminiscent of truffle, even a bit woody. Almost like I’m tasting Scotch. I’m just drawing attention to the fact that I noticed the mushrooms. Large rings of fresh jalepeno become sweetly mild as they soaked up duck grease.
Cheftip!: Do something with jalepenos and duckfat.
Also there was this pair of ducks up in some inscrutable northern suburb, Lockshire or Glenglen, or Naperridge, relentlessly picking on a loner brown duck:

As many of you know, one of my pet peeves is injustice, so I had to step in and scare these bullies off. The ducks walked away. They WALKED away. Slowly. Like I’m not capable of harming them. Quacking under their breath. Assholes.

I was done with most of the basil, mushrooms and duck, so all that was left was a big pile of rice. Normally I would ditch these empty carbs, but that unmistakable duck grease saturated it, making each clump of rice marvelous. I treasured every last bit on my plate, down to the last grain, which I brought to my mouth with a single chopstick, like those chimps that learned how to get ants out of the ground with a stick.
The last time I was here (years ago), the interior was an unsettling bright white and I think they even served hot dogs. I don’t remember. But I do remember service being horrible. Horrible enough that I rarely went, and it always overshadowed the meal. Today, it was very calm, cool and comfortable. Service polite and very attentive, but the place was almost empty.
Two Thai babes eating at the table across from me devoured a big shared dish of what looked like fried spinach. Maybe that was the mouse ear salad. They seemed to know the waiter pretty well, along with every word to every Thai pop rock song that played overhead. Not sure why I’m mentioning this.
Also there was another white guy eating something with hardboiled eggs. It looked awesome. I would have asked him what it was, but you know…swine flu. He had a
beard though, so maybe he posts here.
They seem to have some interesting specials, and I'm eager to try the ones that have no english words, hopefully with someone I can share a few plates with. BYOB too.
EDIT: Went back today for
Pork Neck and
Duck Curry specials. Awesome.
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lookjerk on June 15th, 2009, 12:04 pm, edited 1 time in total.