Monthly Archives: September 2009

New brews take 2

Rader blonde

Rader blonde


Last spring I did a post on Blanche de Bruxelles and Goose Island Pere Jacques, two new brews that had recently captured my palate and became my favorite food-pairing selections. This week, I’ve discovered two more to add to the list, Radermacher blonde (experienced at The Bluebird and Rootstock in the same weekend!) and an amazingly random and delicious brew called Coney Island Albino python. Spotted at Rodan, the name caught my eye first, followed by the description which included white ale lager with spices of orange, ginger and fennel, and six different types of malt. If that wasn’t intriguing enough, the menu also said that a portion of the profits go towards restoring Coney Island..cool but creepy? When our waitress informed us there was only one 22 Oz. bottle left, we had to have it. Where had it been all my life? The beer had all the light-yet-robust notes of a Belgian white ale, with a spicy finish and easy drinkability (although it poured on the foamy side). After the initial sip and a rest on your palate, the spices and herb flavors are subtle and slightly fragrant. Right along with it was the Radermacher blonde from one of Belgium’s oldest distilleries (founded 1836). With hints of gin (from the juniper berries) and lemon and a slightly tart and an almost effervescent mouthfeel, this would be amazing with spicy or greasy foods. Or, as I indulged, all on its own.
Coney Island Albino Python

Coney Island Albino Python

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On the table: State and Lake

State and Lake, in the Wit hotel

State and Lake, in the Wit hotel

5 glasses, 5 napkins, 1 candle, salt, pepper grinder, 5 forks, 5 knives. The Wit Hotel, 201 N. State St., 312.467.0200

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Farmer’s cheese biscuits at Hot Chocolate

Farmer cheese biscuits and honey butter

Farmer cheese biscuits and honey butter


I’m such a sucker for a great bread basket. I seriously think it’s what sets apart solid, memorable restaurants from drecky places that offer a stale hunk of crust you could crack your teeth on, and then kick you while you’re down with a soul-less little bowl of golden topped plastic butter pads. I’m talking real bread baskets..the pretzel rolls at Rockit, the bread with butter and three tasting salts at Duchamp, dark pumpernickel slices at Twin Anchors, sour dough with butter and honey at Coerper’s Five O’Clock Club. I could go on, but what’s even better for bread and butter fanatics like me is the bread course, a not-so-new but delicious trend I’ve seen lately. Eat at Alinea or Avenues and you’ll get a different house-baked bread with every course. Or just go to the Bristol and and get hooked on the monkey bread with dill butter like I did long ago. (An obsession I’ve gushed about on this blog again and again). But the latest crust crush happened last weekend at Hot Chocolate. I love everything at the Bucktown hotspot, from the milkshakes to the desserts and entrées, but truly found a special place in my heart for the house-baked Farmer’s cheese biscuits. Served in a staub pot, they come out golden brown and hot from the oven, creamy enough (from the farmer’s cheese; a cross between feta and cottage cheese) to stand on their own without the honey butter on the side. But slather it on anyway, it’ll melt right into the moist and light bread and hold up to the chewy, buttery outside. Rather than just fill you up before dinner, the sweet-savory combination of a cheese biscuit with sweet honey butter prepares your palate for what’s to come. The way a real bread course should. Hot Chocolate, 1747 N. Damen, 773.489.1747

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Mystery ceiling

I always loved the ceiling, light fixtures and catwalk in this restaurant. Anyone know which one it is?
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Mixteco Grill

Nondescript, but so delish

Nondescript, but so delish


I think I wanted everything on the menu at Mixteco. Not only because I had heard such great things about the Mexican restaurant from Frontera Grill alum, Raul Arreola, but because the menu items include phrases like “crispy tortilla drizzled with queso fresco,” “bathed in salsa Campechana,” and “chicken doused in a complex black mole.” It’s these mouth-watering descriptions that most likely contribute to the long nightly waits at the BYOB restaurant on Ashland and Montrose. The word is out, and the place was totally packed around 8PM on a Thursday night, and with no waiting area inside, you may want to shoot for a nice night if you’re stranded outside, practically licking the glass as you watch happy diners devour corn masa boats with mushrooms and chile pasilla salsa, wood-grilled rack of lamb with Oaxaca black mole and wood-grilled black tiger shrimp in a Oaxacan green mole with grilled zucchini.

When we finally got inside and sat, it was our turn. Brave the extreme decibel level and dig right into the starters or, entremeses. We wanted gaucamole, but opted instead for chicken tamales with Oaxana black mole, sesame seeds and chopped cilantro. The mole is deeply, smokily dense, with a whisper of dark chocolate at the end, the tamales light as air, moist and too small, we would’ve easily polished off another order.

Tamales de pollo

Tamales de pollo


Although tasty, the tamales were pretty thick with mole, so the calamares al ajillo balanced our first course. Warm, wood-grilled calamari in served in garlic sauce and mixed with baby arugula, roasted red peppers, and esquites; a street-food favorite in Mexico consisting of seasoned sweet corn. Tossed in lime juice, it’s a perfect balance of sweet, salty and citrus with tender, fresh calamari rings. The combo offers a strong, vibrant array of flavors, but the salad still remains a light palate-cleanser for what’s to come.
Calamares al Ajillo

Calamares al Ajillo


Eleven main dishes, or platos fuertes are where the majority of those delicious descriptors can be found, and each dish is laden with accompaniments like roasted or grilled vegetables, sweet mashed potatoes, and sauces from black moles to guaje-arbol. I have been thinking about the Dorado for a straight week now; wood-grilled mahi mahi in a fried guajilla salsa with diced avocado and cilantro served with mashed potatoes and grilled, smoky asparagus. The fish was fresh, juicy and mouth-watering, and still flavorful even when resting in a pool of peppery, smoky sauce.
Dorado

Dorado


My porcine-craving dining companion agonized between slow-roasted pork marinated with achiote and sour orange and the chuleta en manchamantales; wood-grilled pork chop with Oaxacan sweet mole served with mashed sweet potatoes, fried plantains, chunks of grilled pineapple and Mexican chorizo. She opted for the chop, a dish that had me at mashed sweet potatoes and fried plantains. The tender, generous pork chop was delicious as well. It’s the kind of dish you might look at and think, what’s with the over-pooling of sauce? But the sweet mole is delicious enough to sop onto housemade flour tortillas (served with every dish for maximum mopping opportunities), but still allows the rest of the flavors on the plate—wood-grilled pork chop, bright pineapple, sweet caramel-y plantains, spicy chorizo, earthy sweet potatoes—shine.
Chuleta en Manchamenteles

Chuleta en Manchamenteles


Housemade flour tortillas

Housemade flour tortillas


There’s so much more to try on a second (hopefully soon) visit to Mixteco, this time armed with a robust red vino to stand up to all of the spices and sauces. I’m also hoping the unfinished ceiling soon morphs into the sound-absorbing cover the waiter told me was in the works. And whether or not it has, you may be too distracted by tender wood-grilled meats and vegetables, perfectly mashed potatoes and delicate yet complex sauces easily sopped up with housemade tortillas to even notice. 1601 W. Montrose, 773.868.1601

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On the table: The Lobby

IMG_01922 placemats, 2 napkins, 2 glasses, 2 plates, 4 knives, 2 forks, salt, pepper, flower in vase. The Peninsula Hotel, 108 E. Superior

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Big Al’s meat pies

Only in Wisconsin do you stumble upon a cooler filled with not just cranberry walnut and wildberry fruit pies with cookie crusts, but meat pies, including pheasant and bison, as well as 8-Oz bowls of bison and pheasant chili. I spotted this cooler in the gift shop of Rushing Waters rainbow trout farm in Palmyra, WI (full post of my City Provisions trout dinner with Three Floyd’s brewery to come this week!), and had to take a pic. I sort of regret not buying a couple just to try (my hands were too full with lemon and dill smoked salmon and fresh trout) but it looks like the Genesee, WI-based company, Big Al’s “The Wild Gourmet” ships. I like how they call the combo of a fruit and meat pie, “dinner and dessert,” and also note that each can feed either 4-5 or 6-8 people, and a portion of the proceeds benefit wildlife habitats. Has anyone ever given on one of these a try?

Wisconsin meat pie

Wisconsin meat pie


Fruit pies

Fruit pies

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Clutch

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The Clutch sign

While waiting for my car to be washed a Bert’s on Grand and Ogden, I had a few minutes to pop over and snap a few shots at Clutch, a cute new car part-themed bar/restaurant with a quaint outdoor patio that was raring to go (sorry) at noon on Sunday. I unfortunately didn’t have time to sit down for geared-up goat cheese, souped-up steak or the clutch dog; a deep fried hot dog with spicy-mustard-onion relish, or the slew of other interesting items like fish-tailing tacos and a bacon-cheddar grilled cheese sandwich. Nothing on the menu is over $10, and they even import neighboring Coalfire pizzas to your table. The place is small, but looks promising and I’ll be back to try some of the grub. And what would normally be a sign that would make me cringe with deep-seeded agitation turns out to be a pleasantly creative menu detail. 459 N. Ogden, 312.526.3450

No parking baby, on the back of the menu at Clutch

No parking baby, on the back of the menu at Clutch

Outdoor patio at Clutch

Outdoor patio at Clutch with impending heat lamps

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