Being as how The Other Dr. Gale had a mtg + presentation in Chicago last Frydee and Saddie, I decided to fly in from KC and cavort with TODG exactly so much as possible.
Flew into MKE, shuttled over to the brand spanking new Amtrak station, and caught the Hiwatha to Union Station. Noticed that there were a bunch of very lean people on the train with me.
Got off at 2100h in Union Station, caught a cab to Red Roof Inn on Ontario, sort of near the Water Tower. Cheap enough. Noticed in Union Station that there were a bunch of very lean people wandering determinedly hither, thither and yon. Shared the Inn's elevator with two matched pairs of lean people, 50-somethings, speaking quite Parisian French. They indeed are from Paris, live in the Third, of all places.
Well, duh dumbie: it's marathon weekend. I *hate* all those lean people, and immediately resolve to fix their boats, but good.
First stop: Cafe Spiaggia. Yee-hah, great seat looking out on The Avenue, such as it is at 2200h on a Friday night. Crab cakes (wow, how DO they get that crispitude on the exterior??), then the veal
SELLA DI VITELLO CON POLENTA BIANCA VERDURE E PANCETTA
and simply can NOT keep TODG's fork out of the polenta. Damn, it is SOOO rich and smooth. (Hmmm, maybe they made it from cream o' wheat and 50-wt cream??)
I'm finished, but SHE gets the basil ice.
Hoof it back to the hotel and blessed surcease.
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0900h Saddie morn, TODG goes off to make her presentation at Nor'western Med school, and I go looking for a bite to eat. Discover, to my delight, Mary's Cafe, which is, basically, your Platonic Ideal of a Clean, Well-lighted Place. Eggs over easy, sausage patties, *crispy* hash browns, and an unbuttered Brit muffin to push things around with. Everything fine, except that the sausage is too fine, cut that is, and not spicy enough. Hash browns worth returning for next time. The menu looks like being perfect for any of us throughout the day.
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1300h, we jump into the Debbiewagen ('92 Geo Metro convertible, the grape-colored one) and race out to Lao Sichuan. Where it is Formosa National Day or something, replete with marching bands, police everywhere, and no place to park w/in 16 kilometers. But the Debbiewagen is *small* , you know what I mean?, so we finally get into the restaurant and line up for consideration for a table.
Crispy eggplant, Sichaun green beans, and Salt-and-Pepper Squid, which, in fact, turns out to be the 3-delights version. I didn't complain to mgt., needless to say.
Can ANYone tell me what that haunting spice/herb (I think 'bay rum'-ish which is completely wrong, but there you have my impression) that lingers just barely over the threshold of perception as I chomp the salt-and-pepper delights? I just simply can't compare it to anything else I know.
The eggplant is wonderful: that sort of pyramidal cut, with the shiny purple skin, is sooo attractive; and the mush under the crisp is just brilliant.
Where's the damn dried shrimp in the beans???!
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Jumped on the freeway back to Whitewater, fully sated. Ummm. Damn, what a great place to eat one's way through, Chicago.
Geo
PS. *Finally* went last night to KC's reputedly best Indian food. The rap is right. Anyone wants to know, I'll spill the info. Probably the best nan I've ever had in my life.
Cafe Spiaggia
You all know where it is
Mary's Cafe
215 E Grand Ave
Chicago, IL 60611-3311
(312) 337-2500
Lao Sichuan
You all know where IT is, too
KC's best Indian
I'll tell if you're interested
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