I've read about
Hashalom here, and I've heard neighbors of mine recommend it . . . but until yesterday I'd not made the short trip from where I live to the restaurant. When I'm on Devon it's mostly in search of Indian food. But a couple of years ago I stumbled across Afghan, and started noticing other places as well.
So, undecided about where to have a late lunch/early dinner (Campeche or What's Cooking? on Lincoln Ave., or Tiffin on Devon) I walked along Devon Ave. from Lincoln Ave. and came across Hashalom.
The menu is extensive and it being my first visit I asked the waitress if there were specials or offerings that didn't appear on the menu. She replied that the menu was what's offered, nothing additional.
Goulash, kebabs, couscous special of the day, fish . . . what to choose? So I asked the waitress what was coming out of the kitchen that she liked, or that other customers liked. She suggested I try the whitefish. If I eat whitefish once every ten years that's a lot. It's not on my list of favorite things. I don't dislike it, but it never comes to mind when I'm faced with choosing what to order. I decided to trust the waitress and go with her recommendation.
With the $7.50 dinner comes soup or salad, bread and potato of your choice . . . or rice (with the entree). I opted for the soup of the day: mushroom barley. Alcoholic beverages aren't served, but there's a liquor store almost next door on the corner . . . and I excused myself and left in search of a bottle of bear.
The soup was flavorful, and a good helping . . . a small bowl vs. the cup that some restaurants furnish. The bread was pita, and not very good. it seemed stale/old to me. A small plate of pickled vegetables arrived and was a nice condiment during dinner.
The whitefish was a nice portion, not too small. Nice meaty fish. It was served on a small platter and surrounded by rice . . . and topped with a smothering of chunky mildly-spiced tomato sauce (mild or spicy - your choice, and it was flavorful). I'd never had whitefish served this way before (but what do I know, I don't eat the fish often). The fish had the texture of something poached . . . very moist (on its own, without the tomato sauce).
I was very pleased with the meal.
There were 5-6 other customers in the restaurant at the same time, mostly of the geriatric set (caregivers in tow, or the other way around). I've walked by other times, and have seen a younger crowd in the place . . . later in the day/evening. I live in an environment surrounded by very old people, and had hoped to escape the group this dinner. It was okay though.
One disappointment at the restaurant was the failure of the waitress to ask if I wanted a dessert. No mention was made of dessert, and, after I left the restaurant I restaurant I walked east along Devon to Western and then turned back to walk home (W. Touhy Ave.). I stopped along the way at Royal sweet shop and picked-up a pound of sweets to share with my neighbors (not very brave souls when it comes to experimenting with food they're unaccustomed to).
When I returned home to my condo building I met some neighbors on their way out to dinner and they asked me where I was coming from and I recounted my own dinner. The neighbors are Jewish, and they always talk about the whitefish they eat in restaurants. When I told them about the tomato sauce on top of the whitefish I'd eaten they smiled and told me that their mother's and grandmother's had prepared whitefish that way. They said they'd heard of Hashalom but hadn't visit. My mention of having a good meal there and the reasonable price prompted them to say they'd try it soon.
Later in the evening I was sitting in our building's recreation room with neighbors and 5 family members in town to visit. They asked me where I'd eaten . . . and, once again . . . I told my dinner story.
Skip forward one day (today) . . . . and I run-into the last set of neighbors I spoke to last night about the Hashalom dinner . . . and they told me they'd just come from having dinner there . . . 8 or 9 of them. These neighbors don't venture much beyond their area favorites: What's Cooking?, Jack's and Sanders. New things don't excite them too much. They said that if I enjoyed my meal at Hashalom it was a recommendation good enough for them to try. They each ordered something different, and each one of them told me they had a great meal . . . and that they'll be going back.
I'm not planning to return to Hashalom anytime soon because I don't eat out as much as I once did, but I'll go back and I'll recommend it to more of my neighbors.
Thanks to those of you who've written previously about the restaurant. Devon Avenue - certainly a "target rich" environment when it comes to dining-out options.