Mrs. JiLS and I enjoyed a too-brief visit in Louisville, my dad's hometown, this Memorial Day weekend. We arrived Sunday night, exhausted from attending the
Greatest Spectacle in Racing, it was 8:30 when we got to the
Brown Hotel in Louisville, and all we could handle was dinner in the lobby bar of the hotel. That included a Hot Brown (model: archetype) and, surprisingly (and ordered almost randomly), one of the best pieces of salmon I've ever eaten. But that's another post.
Monday evening, after beating the odds in spectacular fashion at Churchill Downs (up $10.75 after 5 races!), we dined Monday night at Proof on Main, and it was truly one of the most refreshing dinner experiences I've had in the last couple of years. Every good thing written about this place holds true; while the reservations, especially regarding stasis/lack of progress/innovation in the menu, does not seem to obtain.
This link likely is going to be soon replaced, but this is the menu we ordered from.
We started with the Snack Trio, consisting of a variety of pickles (including baby carrots, zucchini, and others), a variety of excellent olives, and
fried hominy. That's in bold for a reason. Of all the foods characterized on LTH as "crack" this or that, this is the first to which I've felt inclined to award that sobriquet: Jimmy crack corn, and I DO care, this was like the wet dream version of Corn Nuts, preternaturally good. Lacy-textured, a suspension for oil and corn essence as of the cracklings the angels snack on. So, "corn
cracklings." Go there for this snack alone, and you will not be disappointed.
But, then things just continued to be generally marvelous throughout our meal. We doubled up on appetizers by splitting a half order of bucatini amatriciana with a fresh mint counterpart to the tomato and peppers that made this simple dish simply soar. For a restaurant that is not even attempting to portray itself as Italian, this dish could serve to school (read: woodshed) many of those who do. I will be remembering this one months from now and hoping I can order it when I visit Proof on Main again.
The bison burger was a big, meaty buffalo shot. Perfectly what Mrs. JiLS wanted. The strip steak I ordered was very flavorful, very well prepared, and very much not nearly as good as about any steak you'd get in a mid-level or above steakhouse in Chicago (among other things, it was cut way too thin, like a budget steak from Tony's on Fullerton, and just not worth the asking price). But what was I thinking ordering steak here; clearly the "man's order" on a diverse and deep menu, and not one I'd repeat. Mia culpa, and again, it was as good as or better than most steak served in most places, just not up to what you'd expect from a Chicago steakhouse (or even the Louisville branch of Morton's), and simply not a strength at Proof on Main.
We finished with a goat's milk ricotta pound cake with rhubarb sauce that was an elegant, concise and masterful coda to this meal.
This was one of the best meals I've eaten in the last year. It would be foolish not to eat at Proof on Main if you are in Louisville; I know we'll be back.
P.S. The urinal in the men's room has not been remarked upon, I think, in other posts, yet is a thing worth noting. To wit:
God DAMN (to coin a phrase). For those who've not witnessed this marvel of micturational technology, imagine, if you will, peeing into a waterfall while looking through a two-way mirror onto the hallway where your wife (and others of both sexes) are standing about, checking their hair in the floor-length mirror, as you finish your ablutions mere inches away. Mrs. JiLS reports that the one-way mirrors in the lady's room are positioned over the hand-washing sinks, which just isn't the same thing.
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