The time has come to dedicate a thread of its own to the Bosnian restaurant Gurman. (For those interested in the topic, there is a nice, if too brief, introduction to Bosnian cuisine
here.) Its virtues have been extolled in
this thread but that is a thread devoted to Balkan places more generally. If the moderators decide to place this back there, so be it. Nothing, however, can take away from the lunch that I was fortunate enough to enjoy this past Tuesday with the inimitable and ever-genial GWiv. Thanks to his wonderful company, we were able to sample more things that I would have been able to solo. Since I forgot to bring my camera, I hope he'll be able to post a few illustrations of a glorious repast.
We began with a meat-filled pastry (likely
burek--it was never entirely clear) that we both agreed, though tasty, had every earmark of being thawed and microwaved: what should have been a tender, flaky pastry, was doughy and tough. More's the pity. It was only misstep in our visit.
The gracious host (whose name I am sorry I never caught) asked us if we were interested in one of the specials. Perhaps our timing was fortuitous for the young woman in the kitchen was in the process of making
teleći vrat (veal neck, for those few non-Bosnian-speakers who might be reading). I convinced the dubious GWiv to forego his beloved
ćevapčići and try something new.
We were warned of a wait of about half an hour which we happily agreed to, since it gave us an opportunity to chat and enjoy some wonderfully crusty fresh bread with
ajvar (a red pepper relish, mild in this case) and
kajmak (a slightly wet, slightly sour, very rich farmer's cheese). Both were excellent but early on, one of us thought that they might be improved with something...oh, say...meaty. So a small order of
ćevapčići found its way to the kitchen. The wonders of these little balloons of juicy beefiness have been addressed in the thread previously adverted to; our shared thought, I should note, was that--excellent though they were--they lacked the garlicky tang of Romanian
mititei. As always, the sausages were served on a better-than-scrumptious grilled puffy bread called
lepina (or, sometimes,
lepinja).
All too soon these excellent dishes gave way to an entree that was more than generously portioned. The veal neck is sliced and then braised (for what must be days) with carrots, potatoes, and onions, among other things. The result is very tender, very flavorful meat--although the spicing was nothing particularly extraordinary (or, dare I say, interesting). There was nothing to identify it as special to any one part of Eastern Europe.
Still, it was quite good and, best of all, accompanied by a stuffed pepper. According to our host, this was
paprika punjena sa krompirom i suhim mesom. My Bosnian is a little weak but that would seem to be a "[green] pepper stuffed with potatoes and smoked beef." Wow! Let me repeat that: WOW! I think I can safely say that it was probably the best stuffed pepper I've ever had. (I think, by the way, that there were some onions in there too, and I'm not certain of the spicing.) The
smoked beef (
suho meso) lent an absolutely extraordinary flavor to what, too often, is a bland dish, shunned by people everywhere. I've had a variety of wonderful, interesting, and delicious stuffed peppers. While I've liked many of them for their rich and varied stuffings, this one was truly excellent and well worth repeating. For those familiar with it,
bresaola is the closest analogy I can think of. Had we not both been reduced to waddling out as it was, I have no doubt we would both have ordered another pepper.
I had hoped to walk a block east and visit the Caffe Slastičarna which advertises pastries in its window. (I should probably note, in the interest of excessive, if not pedantic, thoroughness, that
slastičarne are emporia of sweets such as are found throughout Central and Eastern Europe--God bless them! You will usually find such basics as cake and ice cream as well as pastries according to the talents and aspirations of the owners. You may drink coffee or soft drinks or even something harder but you will often be forbidden to smoke!)
Highly recommended!
Gurman Restoran
2547 W. Lawrence Ave
Chicago, IL
773-275-2707
P.S. The location is that previously occupied by
Ilidzanka.
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Gypsy Boy on July 10th, 2009, 5:37 am, edited 1 time in total.
Gypsy Boy
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