BIG TRIP

Summer bike trip across the country has begun.
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Bear

Oh You Fancy, Huh? Part 7: Trotting on Broken Glass

It's a sad truth that Charlie Trotter's will be closing its doors after 25 years in August. Most people know the restaurant only by reference; "blah blah blah's new chef was at Charlie Trotter's for 5 years before winning the James Beard Award," "such and such was a busser at Charlie Trotter's before entering the space program," etc. For the last 3 decades it has functioned as a the sun in Chicago's restaurant solar system by spawning and giving us perspective on fancy destination spots such as Alinea, Moto and Graham Elliott (the chef and the place), as well as everyday eateries like Hot Chocolate, 2 Sparrows and Urban Belly, to name a few.

Not many people get to eat at the actual restaurant though. The cost, for one, is prohibitive, to say the least.* Another thing is that the restaurant is small and almost constantly busy. And, lastly, it doesn't have the sex appeal that it used to. That's been taken over by places like Next, Grace, Acadia and all of those happenin' Boka restaurants. Despite all of this, I couldn't let it close without paying a visit. To me, that'd be like being in Salt Lake City on June 14, 1998 and not buying tickets to the Bulls game because it was too expensive; you rarely get a chance to witness fleeting greatness, so why would you knowingly pass it up?

But enough pitter patter already, down to business. The options at Trotter's are few. Two, actually. A vegetable menu and grand menu, both can be paired with wine for an additional gazillion dollars. We had all of it.

Food

-Salmon-
(sawkeye salmon with english cucumbers & fennel pollen)

Trotter's secret was revealed early on: use simple yet sophisticated preparations with amazing ingredients to reveal honest flavors of the main component. In this case the sawkeye's rich and silky essence was supported by the fresh cucumber and long and silky notes of the fennel foam.

-Hamachi-
(hamachi with green tomatoes, avacado & kalamata olives)

I was downright surprised that the hamachi still tasted like hamachi despite looking like something Darth Vader pooped out. If you like avocado sushi your brain would've exploded at tasting the combination of squid ink soaked hamachi and avocado mouse.

-Asparagus-
(belgian white asparagus with broccolini, piquillo peppers & cipollini onions)

We also tried the vegetable menu. This was the winner of the vegetable menu. I don't know if I'll ever have Belgian white asparagus again in my life (I assume it's hard to find or expensive) but I'll forever remember this weird combination of delicate cheese, gelée and perfectly flavored spears of asparagus.

-Halibut-
(steamed alaskan halibut with marcona almonds, acorn fed iberian ham & lemon balm)

I've never seen halibut look so much like mozzarella cheese and taste so much like halibut before. The perfect bite featured the crisp ham, soft almonds, tender fish on your fork and a big stupid grin on your face.

-Egg-
(one-hour poached hen's egg with morel mushrooms, swiss chard & licorice)

Why take one hour to poach an egg when most of us can do it in five minutes? Because it taste like a liquid tractor, if that tractor was made of expensive mushrooms, had salty/earthy swiss green wheels and was fueled by licorice. As for the difference between a hen's egg and a regular egg; nothing, it just means it didn't come from a duck or a velociraptor.

-Duck-
(muscovy duck with smoked coconut, spring onion & venezuelan chocolate)

This foul looking fowl from south of the border was a beautiful thing to behold in flavor.  The onion and chocolate partnership worked better than I ever could've imagined and if they made an ice cream out of that duck, I'd eat it. Far and away my favorite plate of the night.

-Pasta-
(miso tortellini with red cabbage, turnip confit & ponzu)

Words are just symbols of what literate societies think to be truths. I just made that up. This tortellini was immaculate but not my favorite thing to hit the table that evening. I didn't understand that turnip confit, I didn't particularly like the stewed red cabbage and there weren't enough tortellini to go around. But it was perfect.

-Antelope-
(broken arrow ranch antelope with toasted espresso, porcini mushrooms & boudin noir)

How in the hell they raise antelope on a ranch I'll never know. Those things move like the wind and have eyes that peer into your very soul. But I'll be damned if the majestic beasts didn't taste good. The knee jerk reviewer would toss the word "gamey" in at this point but that would be inaccurate and I'm no knee jerker. The flesh was seared rare and tasted milder than most venison and was a lighter accent to the deep rich boudin noir that dominated the dish.

-Sorbet and Cake-
(??)

By the time dessert rolled around Mr. Trotter himself was on his second visit to the table and I was too distracted by his bravado and jibing (he said I was a mouth breather) to take note of this particular dessert. Also when pressed on his stance on foie gras, his soliloquy was so lengthy, and my manners were so impeccable, that all of the sorbet had melted and all of the dessert wine had evaporated by the time he stopped talking. But I think it tasted good?

-Sorbet and Bread-
(meyer lemon sorbet with rosemary puff pastry & szechuan peppercorn)

Is sorbet supposed to be foamy and half melted? This is how most of the cold stuff hit our table. It may be the only criticism I have of the whole meal. This sweet plate was a nice composite of homey/savory and spiced/sweet. The texture blend was real nice.

-more sorbets and bread stuff-
(thyme glazed brioche with georgia blueberry compote & lavender blueberry sorbet AND zucchini cake & blossom with basil & saffron reduction)

I can't be blamed for not having great notes on this plate, for one it was our third dessert. Secondly it was our eighth glass of wine. Thirdly it was two desserts on one plate (one from the grand menu, one from the vegetable). I remember inhaling the brioche puff and wishing there was a pint rather than a scoop of the blueberry lavender sorbet. The zucchini cake saffron number didn't make a huge impression on me but I ate all of it, to be polite.

-Hmmmm, cake and ice cream-
(criollo cake with parsnip, red wine & candied vanilla)

Now this, this is a dessert. A black hole deep chocolate cake topped with a caviaresque Bordeaux jelly and vanilla three ways was everything you'd expect in a classic American dessert but with all the upgrades you'd expect from one of America's most iconic restaurants. Thank you, Charlie.

-Take a wild guess-

I haven't a clue what this foamy, coldish beautiful joke of a dessert is. It was all blended together and delish no doubt but I'm pretty sure I had slipped half way down my rabbit hole of a food comma by this point and I was drunk off of fancy wine and good company. If you go there and make it to this course please let me know what's in it.

-House made confections-

It was a struggle to eat these. They were good but after five dessert courses the last thing I wanted was more sweet things. I'll be damned if I didn't eat every last one of them though. They were raspberry, apricot, peanut butter and a praline, I believe.

Conclusion
Journalistic integrity and objectivism are two of the pillars that hold this site up (the other three are Wikipedia, RC Cola, and moist towlettes). So I tried my best not to be in awe of Charlie Trotter and his eponymous restaurant. I think I succeeded by and large, but I'd be lying if I didn't say my dream like expectations weren't slightly off base. I've eaten at a few really fancy restaurants in my day and I thought Charlie Trotter's, being a predecessor to many of them, would outdo them all. Instead what I experienced was a restaurant that was trying to live up to nothing other than the very high standards it set for itself twenty five years ago. Not overly flashy, and not falsely humble. Rather than striving for showmanship and glitz, honoring the food and dining experience were paramount. Overall, I was glad I tried Charlie's place before it closes in August.

Editor's Note: Charlie died today (11/5/2013). He changed the restaurant world and made really good food for 25 years in Chicago.

Charlie Trotter's

*I have to admit that I'd saved up for months to eat there. You read that right, months of saving for one meal.

Street (Food) Fight, Part 9: Pizza, Pizza

I know what you're thinking, "Oh great, another blog about pizza." And I understand, you live in Chicago and you have access to stellar versions of every type of pizza from Roman (I Monelli) and Chicago (Gino's East), to even New Haven (Piece) or the much beloved, if poorly imitated, Neapolitan (Spacca Napoli or La Madia).

We're not here to discuss any of those, however. It wasn't but three short years ago that famed food journalist (and Anthony Bourdain nemesis) Alan Richman made waves by claiming that the best pizza in the world, not just America, but the entire planet could be found at our very own Great Lake Pizza. A bold claim, but an even bolder claim was that the fourth best pizza in the world could be found at Pizzeria Bianco, in Phoenix, Arizona of all places. On a recent trip to my home state I was fortunate enough to make it over to Bianco and had the brilliant idea to compare these two giants of the modern pizza game.

Criteria
Usually when comparing food, I like to keep things similar. However, since both of these pizzerias have such different menus (with only Pizzeria Bianco offering a traditional margherita) I simply picked the most comparable pizzas available, in this case, two onion pies that I wouldn't usually touch with a ten foot pole.

Food

–Wiseguy–

(wood roasted onion, house smoked mozzarella, fennel sausage)

Toppings: Onionphobes like me eat our onions two ways and two ways only: 1. picking them up with chopsticks or pool cues and placing them oh so gently on someone else's plate, or 2. with our mouths if, if they have been well roasted, caramelized or stewed thereby rendering them void of any of their pungent onion flavor. With this in mind, Chris Bianco's wiseguy pie suited me just fine indeed. The boldly smoked mozzerella was the first flavor to crescendo followed shortly by the toothsome finocchiona salami. The roasted onion comes last and despite my deep dwelling aversion to it, was very delicious. 

Crust: PB's crust was rustic, flaky and had an etherial texture to it that called to mind a good loaf of French bread. The flavor was strongly italian and not over oiled (as is the case with most neopolitan pizzas). Like my mother, I have always loved the crust more than the pizza itself and Bianco's crust only reaffirmed that position. 

–3–

(spinach, onion, créme fraiché, dante aged cheese, house made chorizo)

Toppings: Like a good prison Great lake dispenses with smartass labels/proper names and gives their pizzas numerical identifications. In our case the number 3 was pizza topped with thinly sliced onions, fresh spinach and a young sheep's milk cheese from Wisconsin. We added house-made chorizo because we're spicy like that. The onions were graciously mild, the spinach added a warm richness, the cheese was delicate and salty while the chorizo was high quality but you don't need it to make this pizza work. The total effect was spiced, warm and discombobulating. 

Crust: Great lake distinguishes itself from other "artisan" pizzerias (including Pizzeria Bianco) by making its crust game less like Kevin Durant's and more like Shaquille O'Neal's– unapologetically big, but polished with great interview skills. The result is filling but not in the self hating way most of us are familiar with.

Brass Tacks

While I'd be hard pressed to pick one of these places to live with for the rest of my life, I think in the end I'd have to go with Pizzeria Bianco because of its product. It would seem that far away from the immense pizza related pressures and competition of Chicago and the east coast this little slice of heaven has bloomed like a desert flower. Both places use high quality and ingredients and put tremendous love and pride in their pies. The allure of Great Lake is that it's so small and uncompromising that demand and expectations will always be high, and so, hopefully, will be its food. While Bianco's place isn't nearly as exclusive, it's food and atmosphere are equal to, if not higher, than the competition, no matter how far away.

Great Lake

Pizzeria Bianco

We're Just Ordinary People, Part 9: Put a Bird On It (Brunch)

Due to the millennials' collective unwillingness to cook an egg on the weekend, brunch restaurants have been multiplying like slow lorises around Chicago*.

At 2 Sparrows they're hoping to catch your attention through locally sourced ingredients and innovative but approachable preparations. I walked in a skeptical and hungry amateur food critic and walked out a...well you'll just have to read and see.

To Start

–Maple & Bacon Doughnut–

Nobody knows how doughnuts came into being but what we do know is that they've changed my life. For the better. I eat doughnuts all the time. Bad. Good. Soft. Old. Whatever. I love them. At 2 Sparrows they've decided to make doughnuts somehow better (apply skeptical tone here). In this case bacon and its old buddy maple (syrup, frosting, hockey team) are the willing participants. It's not especially clever but I'll be damned if it doesn't work. The doughnut melted into fatty oblivion in my mouth, the bacon wasn't overcooked (I take mine medium rare) and the maple frosting was authentic and beautifully restrained in the sweet department.

–Foie Gras & Cherry Compote Pop Tart–

Stop. Before you even say it. I know how wrong foie gras is. I've done the research and, frankly, I look past it every time someone puts this liver schmear on a menu. It tastes so good and is so interesting when contrasted against other components that all of the PETA voices inside my head go silent once it's placed in front of me. The vehicle 2 Sparrows uses is a perfectly flaky pastry crust cut into a rectangle (a pop tart, I guess) and jammed full of sour cherry compote and that other controversial ingredient previously discussed. The result is playful and decadent with the big, bad foie gras playing the role of Salty Rich and the irreproachable cherry playing the part of Sweetie Sourton. Their chemistry is palpable.

–Housemade Tater Tots–

The most important thing to know about tater tots is that they're delicious. The most important thing to know about 2 Sparrows tater tots is that they're huge, delicious, and served with a homemade ketchup. The most important thing to know about ketchup is that it was originally intended to be cat food (true story). And, finally, the most important thing to know about me is that I care.

Food

–Eggs Benedict–

It is as hard to improve on eggs benedict as it is to understand why Steve Nash won't return my emails, phone calls and handwritten letters requesting that he hire me to be his personal assistant. Both are pretty straightforward and both are things you can't ignore forever... Steve. In the benedict you have bread, meat, egg, and the french mother sauce, hollandaise. Where 2 Sparrrows changes things up is it offers two sauces: one "red" (spicy, southwesternish seasoned), and one "green" (savory, mildly herbed). The red was better. The only real flaw in this benny was the punyness of the english muffin made it no match for the formidable sauce and thick cut housemade pancetta that accompanied it.

–Shrimp and Grits–

Fact: I order shrimp and grits whenever it's available. Fact: like pizza, sex, and Owen Wilson films it's always good but not always mind blowing. Fact: in most cases it doesn't have to be because, at its core, it's simple food. The shrimp and grits at 2 Sparrows was in fact amazing. Aside from the fact that it was so rich and huge that I couldn't finish it without slipping into a coma, I loved everything about this dish. The shrimp: plump, flavorful and well seasoned. The grits: strong willed, rich and elegant. The tasso ham gravy:...it was tasso ham gravy, just mull that one over for a while and see if you can guess what I thought. 

–Market Quiche–

My sources tell me that Watch The Throne was inspired by a particularly vibrant piece of quiche Kanye and Hova shared while sipping cups of liquid excellence in an unobtainium mine in the basement of Richie Rich's house. This quiche may just be that quiche. Fortified with green vegetables and finished with a lovely golden crust, this eggy delight satisfied like only a breakfast pie truly can. It was one of the best quiches I've ever had.

–Biscuits and Gravy–

Much like the aforementioned shrimp and grits, biscuits and gravy is comfort food that's easy to overcomplicate. People who order biscuits and gravy want just two things: gravy and something else that eludes me at the moment. 2 Sparrows biscuit never collapsed under the relentlessly heavy gravy. The gravy itself was a touch under spiced and perhaps this is why the lovely herbed sausage was able to shine through. It seems like 2 Sparrows has a requisite helping of tossed greens on every plate and on this one I definitely needed it.

Brass Tacks

As much as I love breakfast foods (doughnuts are breakfast food, right?) it's hard to impress me with brunch. I'm happy to tell you that 2 Sparrows did exactly that. At a meal which included no alcohol (alcohol is a breakfast food, right?) I can honestly say that I left feeling a bit buzzed from all of the glorious food I ate. So, 2 Sparrows, and I mean this with all the love in my heart, put a bird on it!

*Let it be known that I have joined the cult of people who are fascinated by these venomous primates and will use any means necessary to reference them as often as possible. Even if these references don't work as metaphors/similes/thoughts.

2Sparrows