Frog legs at PappadeauxI’d never been to Pappadeaux, though I’d driven by the Arlington Heights location when Sweetness was still an investor there. Last night, I was invited to a “media dinner,” and so with the Wife in Europe, I had a chance to go out to eat with my oldest daughter, Abigail (some of you met her at the 5th Anniversary Dinner).
I’ve eaten frog legs maybe five times in my life, and they’ve usually been more interesting than delicious. When Abigail saw them on the menu at the Westmont Pappadeaux last night, she ordered them right away (not sure why, though she also ordered fried alligator nuggets, and she’s deathly afraid of alligators; I know she jumps for such things whenever they’re on the menu on the theory that you should Eat Your Fears and Thereby Defeat Them; I didn’t know she feared frogs).

This app was a stellar rendition of these amphibian limbs – very meaty, lush and moist, with the Cajun-type seasoning complementing rather than overwhelming the relatively delicate flavor. Though as mentioned, I’ve eaten this dish before, this was maybe the first time I was actually able savor the flavor of froggy. I asked a server if they get many requests for this dish, and he smiled and said No, but he mentioned that legs are vac-sealed and shipped from frog farms in China.
I had halibut for dinner, and the fish was high quality and ably prepared.

There were saucy lemon circles camouflaged as scallops; I ate one by mistake; be forewarned if you order this dish. If I had one complaint about the preparation, it was the tendency to overload with toppings, but that can be easily overcome by simply asking (as suggested above) that the kitchen not top the fish with the tomato/caper and other sauces that seem to turn up on entrees. You could also ask them to hold the lump crab, which is sprinkled over many entrees, but that would seem an unnecessary sacrifice. The quality and pricing of the fish seemed reasonable – not as high as Shaw’s or Hugo’s, perhaps, but clearly above Red Lobster (a comparison made above).
Abigail was not happy with the Caesar salad that we got as a side; she thought the dressing was laid on too heavily.

I actually thought that, although the salad showed the now familiar tendency to overload (there was no need for cheese slices on top; there was ample creaminess provided by the dressing; and neither of us ate the roasted tomato); still, the taste was good, and I even detected a bit of anchovy in it (I should have asked). Purists would object that the salad used a delicate leaf lettuce rather than Romaine, but you don’t go to Pappadeaux if you’re looking for “pure” renditions of anything (as Mike G noted in the initial post to this thread ).
Pappadeaux aims to please the greatest numbers, and it seems unbelievably popular: last night, middle of the week, the cavernous Westmont location was full to overflowing. A key driver for this popularity is undoubtedly the pricing structure: on one or two nights this week, they offer a one pound lobster for $10.
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