I was on staycation last week, and here are the most notable eats:
Bar Novo, 1 W. Wacker (in the Renaissance Hotel) - probably my favorite swanky bar. The couches are so comfy. I had the Basil Blood Orange Gimlet: Finlandia tangerine vodka, blood orange Limoncello, basil and lime. I could have had seven more of these, as I told Mr. Pie, but stopped at two. Sweet, sour, a little herbal, and so freakin' pretty.
Blue Bayou, 3734 N. Southport - I've had better gumbo, but I loved the side portion of Blue Bayou Mac 'n' Cheese (Andouille sausage, alligator sausage, pecanwood smoked bacon, and roasted red peppers) so much, I wish I ordered a full bowl. The cheese sauce is thin and there's just enough. Unfortunately, the band was loud, especially for a weekday, and was a bit of a bother. But it's right across the street from the Music Box, so I'll be back.
Cavanaugh's, 53 W. Jackson - this is my new favorite place. I had the Chicken Pear Salad: dry roasted almonds, smoked gouda, and honey apple cider vinaigrette with chopped roast chicken. Delicious, not too sweet, filling, and not overdressed. Hope you're reading this, David Hammond. I love this place not only for the food, but for the atmosphere and architecture. The Monadnock building is a beauty, full of old-timey businesses, and Cavanaugh's is just as picturesque. I expected Nucky Thompson to strut around the corner.
Perkins, 6770 State St., Rockford (but they're everywhere). Rockford shuts down after dark, and being a Friday, there were very few places that were open that were also not packed and loud. We ended up at Perkins after finding out that a standby had been turned into a Twisted Kilt and two other places we tried were closed. It's a 24-hour joint so I wasn't expecting much. But I was wowed. They had pie, and a vacation is pointless if there is no pie, so I opted for a healthy meal as a counterbalance, which actually came with pie. Go figure. The dinner was a special that is not on the website: a tilapia filet and six shrimp in lemon butter sauce atop an herb rice blend, served with steamed broccoli, carrots and snap peas. The fish and vegetables were cooked to the exact degree. Everything was perfectly seasoned and not the least bit oversalted. I asked for light sauce, and they just gave it to me on the side instead; the meal did not need any lemon butter at all. It came with an interesting dinner roll that was ridiculously light and springy; it reminded me of the office chairs in Tati's Play Time that I saw just the night before. I dipped that in the lemon butter. Fantastic. The pie, Neapolitan Silk, was at once meh and delicious: the crust was clearly prefab, pasty white and bland, and for some reason they blobbed cake gel along the whipped cream border. But the filling—a triple layer of vanilla, strawberry (with real berries!) and chocolate—tasted like a chocolate-covered strawberry. I can't believe I'm raving about a chain family restaurant, but they deserve props. Too bad the closest one is 38 miles away.
Smakosz, 5629 W. Lawrence - Polish Food Assortment, which included stuffed cabbage, a pork chop, baked pork, polish sausage, mashed potatoes, and Russian pierogi, and started off with three cold salads (cukes in dill sauce, something sauerkrauty and another I can't remember). It was a meat lover's fantasy.
Uncle John's BBQ, 337 E. 69th St. - you people are right. I brought ribs all the way home and they were still in good shape. Although the fries and slaw are unremarkable, the ribs were incredible. Though I'm ashamed to admit I could barely get through the last of mine, I was sad when there was no more. And $22 for the two of us? Sweet. I liked that the sauce was a little sweet, a little spicy, but mostly just rich, and a little burnt in spots. Mr. Pie said they were the best ribs he'd ever had. Such great food from such tiny little spots (Miss Lee's, too)...what will it take to get some outposts up here?
Vinci, 1732 N. Halsted - Once I see duck on a menu, it's all over. The hand-made spinach pappardelle with roast duck, mushrooms, ovendried tomatoes, truffle oil, parmigiano hit the spot; the pasta was overdone and sticky, but who cares...there was duck. Plus, I had a delicious drink made of prosecco, hum and lime that I can't remember the name of. The Bird?
I want to have a good body, but not as much as I want dessert. ~ Jason Love
There is no pie in
Nighthawks, which is why it's such a desolate image. ~ Happy Stomach
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