Staggering out of Home Depot with kitchen counter sample chips and $ figures in our heads, the planned veggie burrito from Taco Burrito House #2 down Halstead seemed suddenly too heavy and too far. So, heedless of danger we made a mad, spontaneous descision to walk right into Fattoush directly across the street, come what may.
We were very happy with the outcome.
The combination of Lincoln Park environs, the neatness the room and blondness of the waiter had me expecting bland, deracinated fare for young professionals on first dates, but it was much better.
Room was empty when we came in and we were greeted promptly, but without any over-eagerness. We started with the eponymous salad and baba ganouj. The salad was just what one craves on a pollution action alert day such as today: very fresh ingredients including nice crunchy radishes, pronounced fresh mint/parseley flavors, depth from sumac and oregano. Very bright fresh lemon juice flavor and just the right amount of olive oil (the balance tilted toward the lemon). A scattering of pita chips on top. Very, very nice.
The baba wasn't a revelation, but it was certainly very good. The pita was of the very flat variety, as opposed to the puffier versions one sometimes sees. Also quite fresh.
The Wife had chicken shawerma which was noteworthy for it's moistness, despite being all breast.
I had kibbeh. I'm no expert, but this seemed very well done. The frying perfectly crisp and deep golden, but not oily. The ground meat filling very nicely seasoned (though no pine nuts, a la Noor).
I hadn't intended to have dessert, but things were so pleasant that I was loath to go back out into the toxic soup.
The waiter brought round what I guess one could call the Lebanese version of a dessert cart-- a little 8" diameter plate with various baklava on it. We ordered a piece of the pistachio and the sent out 2 extra bites of the cashew on the house! (I suppose that's to be expected for high-rollers like us, working on a $25 tab, as we were.

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This seemed like better, fresher baklava than many I've had. First, it wasn't embalmed in old honey residue like a hard candy from the bottom of grandma's purse. There was just enough honey to provide a bit of sweetness, but the pastry could be tasted, and felt. It was delicate and flaky and had an aroma like something baked within living memory rather than a piece of papyrus covered in Mrs. Butterworth's syrup.
So pleased was I that I went wild and decided to try my first Lebanese coffee with cardamom. Yum. It came out, piping hot off the stove and poured out of one of those little metal pots with a pour spout and long handle for which I'm sure there is a name, but i don't know it. It was a bit sweetened, but still had a nice balance with bitter and acid. Perfect with the baklava. And the cardamom added another layer.
All in all, worth a try if you're in the neighborhood.
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