
You have one experience at a hot new restaurant and you're impressed. You have practically the same experience at another new restaurant and you begin to sense the hands of consultants. David Burke's Primehouse impressed me in some ways (food), seemed clearly handicapped in others (decor, mainly) by its somewhat awkward location in a new hotel tower and a not entirely successful blend of comfy steakhouse and Chichi Restaurant '06. The Oakbrook-managed outpost of a Philadelphia place, Devon Seafood Grill-- which every review will feel compelled to say rhymes with "heaven" rather than being pronounced like the Indian food street-- seems to have been unpacked from the same box as Primehouse in a new luxe condo tower named, with considerable irony, for a man who took a vow of poverty, the late Cardinal Bernardin. Well, it is serving loaves and fishes, as well as wine....

There's a bar-- the first things you see are, respectively, a cross-shaped table (nice joke by the designer) and, oh thank you Holy Father,
ESPN HD. Downstairs is a long, very noisy dining room in wavy glass paneling and blue twilight which stops just short of making you think you're supposed to be in an aquarium tank. Along the sides are a series of alcoves which made a nice, slightly quieter dining room for eight, although they still reflect plenty of the outside commotion. As you're seated, you're served the housemade signature popover-- no wait, that was Primehouse-- the housemade signature biscuit, which was a little sweet, but went quickly.

Much of the menu is written in typically incomprehensible menuese-- "Arvenian maneau fribot in a pursée of shinked duncers with new-dirt-grown spants and inverse knived funsels"-- and was dotted with misspellings which didn't inspire confidence ("proscuitto," "terrior," etc.) Frankly I can deal with that, but the big surprise for a place taking itself seriously is that it seems to be seriously understaffed, which would have repercussions for the printed menu. Our waiter arrived in what seemed to be a mild state of panic, and never had the time to settle in with us. I give him considerable credit for keeping things running under duress, and the meal ran fairly smoothly as an operation, but by never having the time to shoot the breeze with us, find out what we were interested in, two big areas that should have gotten personal attention-- the wine list and that list of "Tonight's Fresh Fish" listed with no clues as to methods of preparation-- were basically ignored. (If there's a sommelier on the premises, we never saw any sign of him or her.)
We did okay on our own with the wine, but I wonder if Devon Seafood Grill really shot itself in the foot with the fish that way; we mostly ordered more elaborate fish dishes off the next page (potato-crusted grouper, that sort of thing), and were mostly underwhelmed with both the freshness and the preparations. It might well be that the simplest and most satisfying preparations of the freshest fish went unnoticed on that list.

Generally, we were happier with appetizers than main courses; "Port Judith" calamari pleased me but others thought it was fried at too low a temperature so the breading flaked off; Oysters Rockefeller and a plate of raw bluepoints seemed fine, what do I know about oysters...

...but I do know my caprese salad and this one, ordered by SteveZ, was an overdone mess of extra flavors and colors trying to compensate for styrofoam tomatoes and just good enough cheese:
Case Number: SZ002
Date consumed: 6/3/06
Location: Devon Seafood Grill
Tomato Score: 1.5Pretty but flavorless red and yellow combo.Mozzarella Score: 1.5Just enough flavor to pass [note: score adjusted per SteveZ below]Basil Score: 1.0Hidden amid other flavors.Discretionary Points: 0What is all that stuff? No raspberry coulis or maple-mint jalapeno?FINAL SCORE: 4.0/20
Entrees proved to be Ennh-trees. I'm not sure I even feel like going through them individually; each was edible, each had something about it that kept it from seeming first class. The Char-Crust (a Chicago product) on rare tuna was just weird, like sugar coated sashimi. Scallops were rubbery, G Wiv can explain his theory about why and why they weren't as fresh as the menu claimed, the lobster risotto was gluey and lobster-flavor-free.

The potato-crusted grouper was a nice dish, except the fish inside was cooked to grouper jerky. Lobster tasted better but also was cooked past its perfect point.

The best was the simplest, this sea bass, but even it came with a side of excessively gloppy cream-cheesed-up potatoes.

A supposed dry-age steak was pretty good but... you say you have a cave and dry age them for 28 days, eh?
By the end we were disabused of any notion we had come in with that this was a serious seafood contender. The commitment to hyper-fresh clean-tasting fish and perfect preparation just wasn't there, and we were throwing around the name "Red Lobster" pretty freely. There are some operational issues to be fixed here that might improve some of that, but I suspect that the main ones are philosophical. And that Devon Seafood Grill is perfectly positioned on Chicago and Wabash to attract a tourist crowd for whom it will be a step up... for the seafood lover in you.
Devon Seafood Grill
39 E. Chicago Ave., Chicago
Tel: (312) 440-8660
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Mike G on June 4th, 2006, 6:55 pm, edited 1 time in total.