Sure, Chicago is known for its pizza and hot dogs, but one other very critical thing that we had to be sure to do on this trip was to head into a swanky mahogany-lined steakhouse. These guys (437 North Rush Street, 312-222-0101) were apparently headed by a Milanese chef who also featured an extensive list of pasta on the menu should you so choose. But similar to Morton's, each cut of plastic-wrapped beef is presented to you before the start of the meal. I went for my usual ribeye, which in this case came with a giant Barney Rubble-like bone attached to it.
It was pretty much exactly what I was looking for in a classic steakhouse like this. The charred edges of the steak provided just the right complement to the fatty, tasty, and tender meat (that rosemary-based sauce on the side really wasn't even necessary), and of course requisite starters like oysters on the half shell were all available. The sauteed mushrooms were a bit sweeter than I'd like (I prefer the buttery version at Morton's instead), but pretty much everything you would want in a testosterone-charged carnivorous meal was here. Now it's time to reach for the bed and pass out.
2 comments:
hello,
I stumbled upon your blog a few months back and check up on it periodically. Welcome to my home, Chicago! We have many great places to eat and I see you have found your fair share. Sometime you will have to check out Kuma's Corner 2900 W. Belmont not to far from Hot Doug's for a great burger. Also, one of our many byob's Tango Sur the south american steak house at southport and grace.
Darn - I wish I had seen your suggestions before I left. I read a little about them online and they both sound amazing. They're going on my list for the next time I pass through town though...thanks!
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