In the middle of this trip, I've been in Chicago less than I'd intended so far, but I'll be back within a couple of days for more.
Late last week, we ate lunch at Mundial Cocina Mestiza in Pilsen. It was worthwhile, if not stellar. Some things were notable, though. The nopales were sauteed and covered with cheese that didn't melt to the point of mixing in with the rest of the dish, a good thing. This rendition of the nopales was among the best I've eaten, livelier and with some flavors and textures to offset the viscosity and sort of singular character that they tend to have. A couple of dishes (an order of garnachas, which are sort of like sopes, and an egg dish) were tasty but overwhelmed by the amount of masa in them, which drowned out the flavors and textures of the rest. For example, a garnacha with a flor de calabaza filling was so starchy that the presence of the filling was close to unnoticeable. A few sides were fine, including some plantains and beans with some pork in them.
I'd happily eat here again, but I find Bayless's better ingredients and overall touch to clearly be more appealing. I know people often prefer some of the other upscale spots in town to his and I sympathize with the sorts of reasons (his relentless, obnoxious self-promotion and commercialism) that might motivate that. Not to say that one couldn't legitimately just prefer something else, of course. But I've yet to find Mexican food in Chicago of this general genre that matches his. I'll keep trying, though.
Driving in from the south at a little after six, we were trying to decide where we'd eat when a bathroom stop was requested. That stop was a few minutes drive from Uncle John's, which was in the discussions to begin with. That took care of that and it didn't disappoint. We got the recommended hot links and rib tips and ate 'em in the car right outside the shop. The links were spectacular, the rib tips right there with them. I got mild and hot sauce on the side and we dipped the meats to our tastes. I pretty much left the fries alone. I don't like french fries most of the time to begin with and wasn't particularly moved to eat them other than to try them. The rest of the family left them be, too. This isn't the sort of food I'd eat all the time; it's too heavy for me. But when I'm in the mood, it's hard to beat and it hit the spot in a big way.
Not having bought a huge amount of BBQ, not having eaten most of the fries and wanting some veggies, we had room for more. Heading a little further north, we stopped at Nightwood to fill the gaps. The menu seemed a little different than the Lula Cafe's, a little less eclectic, more conventionally California/American in its composition. The staff was great and our smallish all veggie meal was really good. They provided some tasty biscuits instead of bread. The kids had nice pasta dishes. A pillowy gnocchi was particularly strong. A beet and lettuce salad with what I think was a fresh goat cheese was as good as its ingredients. We had a roasted Japanese sweet potato dish that was a little dry, but otherwise had some nice textures. I had bought some of those sweet potatoes at my local farmers market about ten days ago, the first of the season, and they were similarly drier than usual.
That wasn't enough, though, at least at the buying end, though the last step didn't work out. We were headed further north and stopped on Devon to get some stuff to go for today at the Taza Bakery. I'd found earlier that they stayed open until 9 pm. It turned out that on Mondays only, they close at 7. Arriving to a closed shop was painful. The Georgian Bakery down the street was closed, too, but that was expected. So we drove a good part of the way down Devon, taking in the sights. I'll get back there later in the week, hopefully.