eatchicago wrote:
I agree with Gary's disappointment in the cold seafood plate. I also was slightly disappointed in the day's all-american wine selection. There were very few tastings (if any) that excited me. All of the choices were drinkable, many were quite pedestrian, and I expected a little more from "Wine Week". My only takeaway was the Estancia Pinot Noir, which I will buy a couple bottles of on my next stock-up trip to Sam's.
I just could not wrench myself away from the office on Thursday, but Ms. VI would not stand for that on Friday. Without reservations, we planned on sitting at the bar. Walking in absolutely first, and with a bit of a history at S&W we got a table.
It was by far the worst experience I've had at wine week, and my tastings mimiced EC's as noted above. On top of that, the wine pourers were hardly interested in their job, as in maybe it was a long week. Every time I turned over the the counter with the wines, a bunch of the reps/wine people were just chatting with each other. Given each mediocre pour we were anxious to try another. It made for a lot of aggrivation.
Food, the Condiment Queen made an odd (very) suggestion. Pork shank. In 15 or so years living together, I do not think I have every heard the words "I" and "feel" and "ordering" and "pork shank" in the same sentance before. S&W does an interesting version, a deep fried pork shank that really crisps up the fat, and I have sampled it before with pleasure. So, while I was really in the mood for a burger, I agreed to split. Two bites into the pork shank, however, and my lovely wife decided she'd be happiest with the burger. Lucky I'm such a nice hubby as the pork shank was so-so (at best), dry and a little funny tasting to boot. I did manage a french fry before switching plates, and they, as always hit the mark. On the plus side, an appetizer of proscuitto and figs was pure and good, kudos to a good buyer. The ham went especially well with Pinot Noir (even if the wine was not that good). All was lost until...
...I always say that restaurants should pull out all stops with dessert. Give a person a good ending, and unless they are a hyper critical blogger, who has high standards for Chicago's S&W, and they go away real happy. The "store bought" cheese cake was good enough, creamy and mild, but what made the finale was S&W's whipped cream. We've had the pleasure of the silver milk can before, and when the waiter offered some whipped cream with our cheesecake, we said of course! He reached his spoon into the can and tossed out a big blop of cream, getting 1/2 on the table.
I should note that our waiter had his pluses, he was attentive and tried to make up for the piss-poor wine people, but he was also annoying, not the whipped cream splaying part, but with a little too much up-selling and a bit too much treating us like apparant vacationers.
Hopefully better luck in the Spring.
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