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Chicago Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner

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Chicago’s has a lot of great places to eat. Here are a few more.

Fat Elvis Waffles

Fat Elvis Waffles

I wrote a long post raving about my trip to Girl and the Goat a little over a year ago so of course I was going to check out Stephanie Izard’s new restaurant, Little Goat Diner. The fat Elvis waffles with bacon bits, banana slices and peanut butter foam are incredible. The smoked pork toffee milkshake was also incredible. Be prepared to wait for a table, however, because they don’t take reservations. And perhaps they should? It is Stephanie Izard and even though it’s just gussied up diner food, waiting an hour to get it takes the shine off the experience a bit. I really liked the airy open space of the restaurant and  the  inventive things she’s doing with the menu (tempura mashed potatoes? Oh yeah!) but for now I’d go back to Girl and the Goat because waiting an hour for that food seems much more reasonable.

Another breakfast option? Naturally.

Fried Green Tomatoes

Fried Green Tomatoes

Go to Carriage House and eat fried green tomatoes while sitting on the porch. Modern low country food in Chicago. Who knew?

Goatsnake Burger

Goatsnake Burger

A friend of mine wanted to go to Kuma’s Corner because Lady Gaga liked the burgers. Well, I’m with her because the burgers here are divine and the atmosphere is all rock and roll and edgy attitude. So, if you like your burgers with a side of Black Sabbath, go to Kuma’s Corner. It’ll be a wait but it’ll be worth it.

Or perhaps you’re a lady who lunches without dripping burger sauce down her arms? Then go to NoMI at the Park Hyatt for sushi.

Spicy Tuna Roll

Spicy Tuna Roll

Elegant lovely atmosphere, elegant lovely food and elegant lovely people. Plus a fantastic view of Miracle Mile and all the shopping you’ll want to do afterwards.

Seared Bay Scallops

Seared Bay Scallops

If you want classy classic Chicago for dinner, you really need to go to Blackbird. Paul Kahan is one of Chicago’s best chefs and his tasting menu at Blackbird is extensive and luxurious. Treat yourself. Have a 10 course meal and add wine pairings. You only live once and while you live, you should definitely eat at Blackbird.

After dinner, how about a glass of champagne and some live music?

Champagne

Champagne

How do you feel today? Are you radiant with a rich maturity or perhaps you’re refined, expensive and classic? Order your champagne to fit your mood, get a few late night nibbles and settle in for a relaxed evening at Pops.

Then take a wander through Millennium Park on your way home.

Chicago Skyline

Chicago Skyline

Cheers to my favorite city!

The Purple Pig

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When I toured full time I kept an ongoing list of places I wanted to eat. I researched upcoming cities, made a long list of restaurants and visited as many as I could. It was both frustrating and invigorating because as soon as I’d eaten at one great place on my list, I’d read or hear about 12 others that I really should visit and my list never got any shorter. Ultimately I stopped updating The List because I like crossing things off and it was borderline stressful to see all the many places I would never be able to eat because my life was too short and my stomach too small.

See how I made something pleasurable into a chore? It’s like an anti-super power.

I found The List last week and realized that The Purple Pig was on it, which I’d forgotten when I suggested it for a late lunch with college friends of mine. The Pig was on my list because of Bon Appetit’s recommendation, a great pedigree of Chicago chefs and the second most popular restaurant concept of the 21st century: pork.

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Chad and Lisa and I have been friends for many years and every time I see them, I’m reminded that I made really good friend choices in my early 20s. Isn’t is lovely when that happens? We met up on a cold grey day and spent 4 hours eating lunch, drinking wine and telling stories.

The Purple Pig

Is there a better beginning to lunch than this?

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or seating with partial views?

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How about these salt roasted beets with whipped goat cheese?

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Acorn squash with balsamic and burrata

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Eggplant caponata with goat cheese

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Charred cauliflower

Empty bones where marrow used to be

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Fried olives with chorizo

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And pig’s tail, because too much pig is never enough pig

The Purple Pig

And after that surfeit of food, we pushed ourselves out into the cold and actually tried to go here for dessert

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But it was closed. Booooo! Next time, Chicago… Next time.

PS: yes, I crossed The Purple Pig off The List with great satisfaction.

Onward!

Meli’s Cafe

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One of the things I love about the Chicago restaurant scene is the proliferation of all day breakfast places . When I lived there, I thought this was how every city was organized because doesn’t every neighborhood need a breakfast joint that serves eggs and pancakes all day? I would argue, yes. Of course they do. But apparently not everyone agrees with me and the closer you get to a downtown area in certain cities, the more scarce breakfast places become (Pittsburgh, I’m looking at you. Please open a decent diner downtown and don’t make me go back to Cherries Diner with the crabby waitresses and terrible coffee in styrofoam cups, although I do enjoy the window

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That said, Meli’s is a nice breakfast place in the Greektown neighborhood of Chicago.

When I see that a place is a cafe, I usually think of great coffee and pastries and bad egg sandwiches cooked in a microwave. But Meli’s is a restaurant with a giant menu and a vast selection of options, like this scramble of bacon, kale and goat cheese.

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They also have a juice bar, so I got juice. How about that?

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Green, clearly: wheatgrass, pineapple, something something? Don’t clearly remember. And then I let it sit long enough to separate the grassy part from the juicy part. It was still pretty good…

And there you are, Meli’s Cafe: Breakfast near downtown Chicago. Don’t cross town to get here but if you’re here, stop in.

Heaven on Seven

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Heaven on Seven is a cajun food place in downtown chicago.

Even those words look like strangers when they’re in a sentence together.

I guess you could ask, why is that strange? Of course there’d be a cajun food restaurant in a city with great food of every description.  And you’d be mostly right…

After my brother went to Thailand he came to visit me in Tucson and we went out for Thai food. I asked him if his dinner was good and he said it was and then I asked him how he could possibly say that Tucson Thai food was good after he’d eaten in Thailand. He said “You can’t compare eating pad thai from a street vendor on the streets of Bangkok to sitting in a restaurant in the states. They’re totally different experiences.”

I subsequently went to Thailand and ate pad thai from street vendors and he was right. The two experiences weren’t comparable. Since then I’ve eaten Thai food in the states that’s every bit as good as the food I ate in Thailand.

However.

I’ve eaten in New Orleans and I’ve eaten cajun food elsewhere and I can say with certainty that every time I’ve eaten cajun food outside of Louisiana, it lacks a certain something. I don’t know why this is and I don’t know if it’s just me but Heaven on Seven is no exception to this rule of mine: Cajun food belongs in Louisiana.

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Even though when they have all the requisite condiment options, and more besides (and if there’s one thing I love, it’s an array of condiments…)

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And the chicken etouffee was delicious

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and the barbq came with an several sides (condiments, sides and dipping sauces comprise the trifecta of my perfect meal scenario).

It was good. But it wasn’t as good as New Orleans.

But that’s ok because I’m going to New Orleans next week. So consider this the opening volley and start preparing yourselves for a week of posts about Mardi Gras beads, cajun food and late night jazz. And maybe I’ll figure out why cajun food can’t be exported.

Excited? Me too.

Longman and Eagle

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Longman and Eagle. Isn’t that a strange name for a restaurant? I haven’t done any research on it but I suspect it has literary or poetic meaning.

Hold, please.

Ok, I was close. ish. It actually references this Eagle sculpture in Logan square and the artist who designed it.

As to other website oddities, the chef looks like Sweeney Todd’s brother.

Moving on…

This place advertises itself as the kind of localorganicfarmtotable type establishment that is the most popular restaurant concept of the early 21st century. Pretty soon we’re going to see a restaurant built around an actual garden with cows roaming between the tables and waitstaff bustling around, uprooting your carrots in front of you so you know your food was sourced within 5 feet of your table.

This has probably already happened and I’m already behind the times.

But until you get watch someone forage for your dinner, I’d recommend Longman and Eagle because we went for brunch and most of the food was great.

Let’s get the less-great things out of the way first. Doesn’t this look luscious?

Yeah, it was about 50% less delicious than the picture. I really wanted this apricot scone to be amazing. And it wasn’t. It was dry and crumbly.

BUT, this was my breakfast.

PBR brunch

The creamy cheese grits were astonishingly thick, smooth and cheesy. I probably don’t even want to know how much butter and cream and cheese went into making them so delectable. But when grits are done right, you could take away everything else on that plate and I wouldn’t mind.

Scrumptious.

Yes, that’s enough bacon to feed my entire table. I have a very high tolerance for bacon but I don’t think I finished it. I opted for the grits instead.

And the piece de resistance?

PBR brunch

Yes, kids. This is the PBR brunch.

Coffee and a PBR. That’s what a weekend looks like.

A Toast, to Toast!

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I’ve written frequently about my love of breakfast but I think this picture epitomizes all my loves:

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A snowy vista of crème brulee French toast with a mimosa standing guard on a corner table in one of the best neighborhoods of my favorite city.

With one of my favorite people.

What’s not to love? And if you aren’t entranced by that, allow me to seduce you with the rest of our breakfast:

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Pesto scrambled eggs and an omelette lorraine with more toast – cuz you gotta – and coffee for days.

It’s the perfect breakfast after a magical night on the town that started in the old neighborhood and may have included a startling proposition and the promise of Cartier from a Chairman in Dubai.

But that’s a story for much much later. Over drinks. And music. Maybe here?

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Because one of my favorite things is a story-worthy evening followed by a picture perfect breakfast.

A toast, to Toast!

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Girl and the Goat

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I love Top Chef.

There are very few TV shows that I watch with any regularity, mostly because I don’t have a TV and because I got out of the prime time habit while I was on tour but I always download Top Chef (and Grey’s Anatomy. Don’t judge.). So when I heard that season 4 winner, Stephanie Izard, opened Girl and the Goat in Chicago, I had to check it out.

This restaurant opened a year and a half ago and it’s still really difficult to get a table. This usually means the food is good. I tried to get reservations but it was booked for weeks and I only had one night off during my three week stay here. However, I knew that the restaurant kept some tables open for walk-ins so I figured I’d show up and take my chances. With only one night off, other people might pick an activity with a guaranteed success ratio but I chose to spend mine at a popular restaurant waiting as long as necessary for a table. No one who knows me is surprised by this.

I got very lucky with my dinner companion because Mark is an old friend of mine who I adore and rarely see plus he’s in the food business and he knew a server at Girl and the Goat. So he called Marnie and she recommended we come early and promised to make sure we got seated in her section so she could take care of us.

It was a dark and rainy wednesday night and while the restaurant was crowded and busy, it only took us an hour to get seated, an hour we happily spent drinking wine and catching up.

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When Marnie showed up she asked some preliminary questions about food allergies, dislikes and our desired adventure level (none, none and high) and then offered to choose our food for us. Yes please! If there’s anything I love more than eating at a great restaurant, it’s eating the best things that restaurant has to offer and tasting as many things as possible. Marnie said she’d create a tasting menu for us, ask the chefs to make mini portions of some things so we could try more dishes and check in after several courses to see how many more we thought we could handle. Did we want wine? Of course. Did we want her to do some wine pairings? Yes! And maybe we could share some wine portions so we could try more wine options as well? Awesome.

We handed over our menus (a copy of which I had to get later because I didn’t even look at it) and each said “I LOVE eating like this!” about 3 times apiece with escalating levels of excitement.

First course was my favorite, though I would have ordered it for the name alone: Fried Naked Cowboys

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Crispy fried oysters atop egg salad and capers. Smooth, creamy, crunchy, crispy mouthfuls of deliciousness. I’d go back just for these.

Second course: hiramasa crudo

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Yellowtail amberjack sashimi, crispy pork belly, chili aioli and caper berries. The crunchy croutons and bitter sprouts were a perfect sensory accompaniment.

Third course: Sauteed green beans and grilled seppia

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Topped with a fish sauce vinaigrette and cashews. Creamy, crunchy, salty. The green beans were perfectly cooked and we ate them with our fingers.

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with sea beans, smoked tomatoes, hazelnut parsnip puree and bonito flakes that waved like tiny fingers with the air currents. I hadn’t had cuttlefish before but it was tender and chewy like really good squid (no surprise).

Fourth course: kohlrabi salad and braised beef tongue.

I didn’t get any good pictures of the salad. As you can tell from the rest of the pics, the low light made it difficult to for my camera to focus.

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Beef tongue with masa chips and a delicious thick salsa verde at the bottom.

Around about this dish I realized a theme with Girl and the Goat’s food, namely that it grew on me the longer I ate it. I’d have one bite and think it was ok or interesting, a second bite was delicious and by the third bite I wanted to bat Mark’s fork out of the way and eat the whole thing myself. The flavors and textures layered in my mouth and each bite was better than the last, quite the opposite of the “first bite is the best” case with most good food in my experience.

Fifth course: Sugo

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Pappardelle with braised beef, goat and pork, rosemary and pickled gooseberries. Pickled gooseberries? Seriously? Bonkers delicious. And the pasta was cooked perfectly.

We had fun experimenting with camera shots and this was one of my favorites.

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Post-pasta Marnie said she had a couple more courses in mind and asked if we were slowing down. We said, bring it.

Fifth course: Grilled pork ribs

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Sous vide first so the meat was falling off the bone and then charred on the grill for a crusty exterior and served over a mushroom slaw with a grilled scallion vinaigrette. We abandoned all sense of decorum and gnawed the meat off the bone and licked our fingers, which totally delighted Marnie when she caught us.

Ribs again for the Sixth course: kalbi style beef ribs

Again no good photographs but a completely different rib experience served with sweet potato and okra. I loved the meat so much that I traded Mark my potato for his last rib and scarfed down every little chewy bit of meat.

I could have kept eating. We both could have. But it seemed the course of wisdom not to explode into gooey pieces all over the restaurant so we opted for a couple dessert options and some cheese.

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They were both good but I don’t remember many details. One was a donut flavored with butternut squash and cheddar cheese, served with pears (?) cornmeal streusel and some kind of gelato and the other was red and had pecans. How’s that for specifics? The cheese tasted like horses in a barnyard, in the most delicious way, and threw Mark into equestrian ecstasies prompting many stories of his recent riding adventures.

We did have wine. It was great. I have no idea what it was. This is why I write things down! I can only remember so many details.

All in all, highly recommended both for the food, the company, the service and the experience.

If you’re in Chicago, get your Goat on and ask for Marnie.