Mhays wrote:How long ago did you go?
Bill wrote:Neighbors of mine are very frequent patrons and they've told me recently the restaurant will soon be open only for dinner on weekdays. Enjoy the restaurant while you can, because I doubt it'll be open several years from now.
Bill wrote:I believe the restaurant has continued to decline, across the board, the longer the son of the owners has managed the place.
Mike G wrote:"Myron & Phils, everything changes"
"In a world of change, there remain certain constants."
The waiter responds that the son running the restaurant specifically instructed the waiter not to bring the desert . . . because the woman had been celebrated three or four times in the previous two weeks and had received compliments enough from the restaurant.
Bill wrote:The owner-son's insult
G Wiv wrote: I have not been to M & P for a few months, but chopped liver has always been set on the table without asking.
G Wiv wrote:Bill wrote:The owner-son's insult
Bill,
Just curious, did you witness this incident?
JP1121 wrote:Ok, lets solve the great chopped liver mystery and it is my fault for being unclear! It does not come automatically to the table anymore but the waitress will ask if you want it, at least our did. Now is that such a big friggin deal? NO it isn't. I would imagine half the time they automatically brought it in the past it went uneaten so they are trying to conserve...good for them...
stevez wrote:I can't recall ever being asked about chopped liver at M&P. The only secret, gotta-ask-for-it item that I know of is the auxiliary relish tray that complements the one that they automatically bring out with several additional items.
stevez wrote:I can't recall ever being asked about chopped liver at M&P.
2146 north wrote:Still one of my favorite places for a steak (and this is coming from a guy who graduated from Quigley North).
jimswside wrote:sigh....
it pains me to write a scathing report of a visit to anyplace(I dont live to do that as some seem to).
Me and a buddy went to Myron & Phils last night after a day of eating and drinking in the city. Arivved @ M & P's around 8:00 and were seated immdedietly. Place looks old school, nice bar, comfortable, etc. Friendly service, cold beer, and nice pickles and bread. Thats where the praise stops, and the visit took a nose dive. Just for reference the liver spread was offered not brought wiht the relish. Looked good, but liver isnt my thing.
We each oredered the 10 oz butt steak, and were told it is "prime"..... I got a "salad" with gree goddess dressing. Salad mix was disgusting, more yellow and core sections of the lettuce than green. The green goddess dressing was overwhelmingly fishy(i know it has anchovies in it , but this was over thee top, ive been enjoying properly made green goddess for decades). The steak, honestly the worst steak I believe I have ever been served/tried to eat. Nice looking cut, but a really odd texture, reminded me of a Omaha steak, flavorless, and like I said the texture was weird, mealy and not like a beef grain. Closer to medium rare than rare, I ate maybe 5 bites of the steak. I ordered potato skins as my potato, and was told as my steak arrived they were out. I went with the mashed wich tasted decent but had a glue like consistancy.
Sure it was only one visit(the peanut gallery can have at me for making a decision based on that), but I cant see ever going back to M & P's. My $37 wasted last night still pisses me off a day later. We would have been better off going to Texas Roadhouse.
at ChicagoTribune.com, Christopher Borrelli wrote:Mark Freedman, son of Myron, nephew of Phil, slinger of chopped liver, inheritor of the flame, stood sentinel, watching over his dining room. In one corner, an elderly woman was telling her waitress that the music (Burt Bacharach) was too loud, and in another, a large family huddled around their matron, an elfin, white-haired soul who smiled and picked at creamed spinach as her relatives talked over her.
Freedman is 50, with an earring, the big, affable air of a car salesman and traditions to uphold. It was Sunday night at Myron & Phil, the self-described Jewish steakhouse on Devon, in a nowhere stretch of Lincolnwood, and everything, as it has since opening in early July 1971, remained endearingly in place.
For instance, they're still getting hammered on appetizers, "because of all the crap we put on the table before you order," Freedman said. On the other hand, he has to throw all that on the table — the silver relish dish with pickles, peppers and green tomatoes; the enormous bread basket with addicting raisin pumpernickel slices; and finally, that sweet mound of chopped chicken livers, accompanied by a ramekin full of raw onion.