Anyone with fond childhood memories of Chef Boyardee will be pleased to know that he has moved to Chicago. His restaurant is called Il Covo, and it recently opened in the old Babaluci space on Damen.
I dined there last night and had one of the worst restaurant meals I have ever experienced in Chicago—and certainly the worst meal in this price range. My sole reason for posting this is to spare other LTHers from stumbling into this place.
My entrée was gnocchi, which was described as homemade, and in some sort of gorgonzola sauce. I detected no trace of gorgonzola, but that was the least of the problems with this dish. The gnocchi were gummy and gloppy, nearly flavorless. Many were stuck together. I have made better gnocchi at home, and I’ve never considered my own gnocchi-making endeavors anything more than a failure. These little balls of starch were served in a nondescript but highly acidic tomato sauce. I noted one small piece of basil in my dish, but otherwise the sauce appeared and tasted entirely unseasoned. With your eyes closed, you would have no trouble believing this concoction to be the latest product from Chef Boyardee, straight from the can. I had better food in prison. OK, I’ve never been to prison—but it’s the prospect of food like this that keeps me scared straight.
Admittedly, the entrées of my dining companions were better than the gnocchi, but not by much. One had a radicchio risotto. It tasted like it came out of a box mix, which I suppose is one step above a can. The other had the ribeye. It was of Ponderosa quality and preparation—which would be fine at Ponderosa prices, but these were not.
Service at Il Covo can best be described as indifferent. No one ever even asked us how we liked any of our food. When one of my companions was searching through his wallet for a credit card after we got our check, the waiter gestured with his hand in the universal signal of “hurry up.”
On a positive note, dessert was very good: because we walked down the street to Hot Chocolate for it.
In conclusion, the best thing that can be said about Il Covo is that you’ve never been there. If you can say that, quit while you’re ahead.