Thursday, June 27, 2013
Heather, Wigs and Julie
Updated to add photos. Some readers (talking to you Jimmy!) were requesting photos, so Wigs' job is to take pictures. I didin't want to be that person at the restaurant.
It was a beautiful day today and looked to be a beautiful night, so we decided to find an outdoor space and do some planning for our fall trip to Spain. Well of course then it starts raining - severe storm watch, potential for hail and 70 mile per hour winds. Awesome. Fortunately we just got some slight rain and the big storms were south of us. This has been a really rainy summer, which stinks. I heard we have already hit our annual average rainfall. Boo. Luckily the weather cleared up so we could enjoy our outdoor dining. Kevin had a hockey game, so he wasn’t joining us. He’s just along for the ride on these trips anyways. Even though he likes to gripe about not having any input into vacation planning, he really doesn’t want any J
The Bistro is a French café up on Lincoln Ave (4500 N). Kev & I went there years ago, but it’s been a long time. Their outdoor space is big, and what’s really nice about it is that they don’t cram as many tables as possible in there – very roomy between tables. The downside is that we had to wait for our table. They said about 45 minutes, but the time flew by as we talked about Spain. We found out the bartender lived in Madrid for a couple years, and there was another woman at the end of the bar who is going there next March. (March?! So far away – I hope to have 3 vacations in by then.) Heather and I were drinking Cotes du Rhone, while Wigs had a French Manhattan. I may have to start drinking Manhattans – it tasted good. Not sure what made it French.
Our table outside was under a large pine tree. Well, not right under it, kind of on the outskirts of the branches. It was a tad buggy, which is weird for the city. So I’m blaming it on the tree. Or maybe all the rain we’ve had. There was a crazy beetle flying around (I hate those things – they are so erratic when they fly and you never know where they are going), and I whacked away a spider coming down his web. (Luckily I had no idea it was a spider – I thought it was a white fuzzy – otherwise I may have really freaked out.) I think I killed another spider on my arm (or maybe the same one), but I didn’t want to look at whatever I smashed. Wigs swore he got bit by mosquitos on his toe and his back. Heather was so annoyed with him that she threw her red wine on his white shirt. (JK – our table was small, better suited for 2 people, so the 3 of us were kind of tight at it. There was a slight fumble with the wine and a little went on his shirt.)
For appetizers, we had snails. I mean escargot. Not at all sure what I expected on this, but it came out in a round pan that kind of looked like a mini-muffin baking pan. The snails were in each little round hole and smothered in butter and what looked like pesto (menu called it garlic-Pernod butter).
It smelled delicious. Taste was OK. Not awful, but just not as good as it smelled.
We also split a salad with a ton of froo-froo lettuce, blue cheese, prunes and pistachios. That was delicious – not too heavy on the dressing, which IMO seems to be a lost art nowadays.
It smelled delicious. Taste was OK. Not awful, but just not as good as it smelled.
We also split a salad with a ton of froo-froo lettuce, blue cheese, prunes and pistachios. That was delicious – not too heavy on the dressing, which IMO seems to be a lost art nowadays.
Wigs also ordered the French Onion soup (Soupe a l’Oignon Gratinee), which looked like a ton of cheesy, gooey mess. He loved it. For entrees, Wigs ordered Foie de Veau (aka liver). Very brave. Menu described it as Calve’s liver with bacon, carmelized onions, balsamic reduction and potato puree. There were some larger and smaller chunks in it, and he said the larger ones tasted like sweetbreads, while the smaller ones had more of a beefy flavor. (Or maybe it was the other way around…)
Heather had the Cote de Porc (Pork Chop), which came with peas (the hook for Heather), carrots, roasted cipollini and sauce Robert. This looked fantastic, and she said it was really good.
I ordered the Poulet Roti Forestiere (roasted chicken) with wild mushroom ragout. It also came with onion frites, but I said to hold those and had some green beans instead. (I’m on a fried food ban – we’ll see how long I can last.)
We also ordered Champignons (sautéed mushrooms with garlic and parsley).
Wigs also ordered a hearty French beer to go with his dinner, while Heather and I stuck w/wine.
Heather had the Cote de Porc (Pork Chop), which came with peas (the hook for Heather), carrots, roasted cipollini and sauce Robert. This looked fantastic, and she said it was really good.
I ordered the Poulet Roti Forestiere (roasted chicken) with wild mushroom ragout. It also came with onion frites, but I said to hold those and had some green beans instead. (I’m on a fried food ban – we’ll see how long I can last.)
We also ordered Champignons (sautéed mushrooms with garlic and parsley).
Wigs also ordered a hearty French beer to go with his dinner, while Heather and I stuck w/wine.
Everything was really good. We ended up being the last people in the place (is it just me, or does this seem to happen often???). They were actually putting barstools on the bar inside, and we were still hanging outside. Yikes.
Total thumbs up on atmosphere (though buggy) and food.
I’m getting worried about hitting the 40 mark on the restaurants by the end of Cub season. So this experiment may go into the fall. And next Hawks season!
PS – check out these pictures from the Hawks rally. Wow. Can’t wait to talk to Wigs to hear about it.