Wednesday, December 29, 2010

An appetizer for December...

Christmas:  The aftermath.
Hello.  How was your Christmas? 

I get great pleasure in trying to be the best Santa Claus ever.  I work really hard thinking of gifts, make sure that they are plentiful, and make sure that they are fun.  I don't know if I succeed, but trying it makes it a success in my book.

Last night I had a guitar lesson.  It was the first time I really didn't feel like a complete spaz.  My teacher just received an electric banjo for Christmas, so he and I jammed together on a Jerry Reed song.  I've never played opposite a banjo before, so that was a ton of fun.  It was nice just to play and not worry about technique, etc.  I even dropped a few "walks" in on him. 

I'm rambling.  I think. 

A couple of weeks ago I proposed doing a series of monthly reviews in 2011 on 12 of the best Chicago based steakhouses (admitting it is a list of 11 local places with a stop at Fogo de Chao - ALL YOU CAN EAT MEAT.  I'm not passing that place...), with a 13th thrown in during December 2010 as an "appetizer" (and since it wasn't local).  Today, I'm starting that series.

This first one is going to include photos from the interwebs, as I don't have any of my own.  Future installments will be photos of the food that we actually consume.  I will probably continue to use interwebs photos of the establishments, but I'm gonna be the guy who snaps pictures of his food at the restaurant.  You know, the douchebag.

A few things.  The links embedded in this and all future posts will open in a new window, so if you don't like that, sorry.  I don't like having to use the "back" button all the time.  I think I'm a funny guy, and a lot of the links will be photos that may make you laugh.  I've embedded a lot of links in here.  They're part of the writing.  Again, sorry. 

I'm not going to tell you about the subtleties in the steaks.  Maybe.  I'm not that refined.  Maybe. 

Look, I'm just a normal guy who likes his steak the way whatever God there is intended it.  I want to taste the meat.  And salt.  I accept salt as a garnish.  Also acceptable on a steak:  Butter (and I'll accept a flavored butter).  Try it.  Peter Luger's does it that way. 

You could just throw this on the grill, and I'm good.
I also like to eat a LOT of steak.  I generally will not order anything less than a 20 oz. steak on a menu.   I also used to be a guy who likes his steak more toward the well done side.  That has changed as I have gone to better and better establishments.  I now eat no more than a medium, and often have a medium rare.  Steak that was pink in the middle used to taste raw to me, but if I'm going out for steak now, I ain't going to Outback.  I get higher quality steaks that are delicious when cooked toward the rare side.  My tastes have become more sophisticated methinks.   

I also am not a fan of sour cream, chives, or anything else that you can put on a baked potato.  I like butter.  And salt.  Period.  I don't care for a salad with a bunch of crap in it, as cucumbers and tomatoes make me gag, and I like my desserts to have chocolate.  Mostly. 

I don't drink.  I can't comment on a wine list.  If I were to sample some wine, well....the list wouldn't suffice.  Some of you witnessed the way I drink.  It's just best that I don't.  After 22 years of not drinking...yeah...it's really best that I don't.  So, if you're looking for a recommendation on an after dinner cocktail, I can't help you.  Sorry.


A little bit of delicious in a great big city

So, what you're going to get is a picky eater's review of the thing he enjoys eating the most, along with any commentary my wife cares to add on her dishes.  The first steakhouse we're visiting is Keefer's on New Year's Eve....but as I promised an appetizer, I'm going to tell you about the wonder that is Joe's Seafood, Prime Steak and Stone Crab.  (let the video play - you'll like it)  Here we go. 

I'm not absolutely certain what the event was we were attending - I want to say we had tickets to "Wicked" that evening, but I remember we decided upon Joe's for a very good reason.  Thanks to a vendor of mine, I had $100 worth of Lettuce Entertain You gift certificates that would help pay for wherever we went.  We had gone back and forth about Maggiano's, and finally decided that Joe's was worth trying. 

We made the right choice.

Joe's shares its name and heritage with a place in Miami.  There are only three locations in the United States, so I let this one slide as a Chicago place.  Sue me.  It's my blog.  I should also point out that we've been to Joe's several times.  It had become our "go to" restaurant in the city, replacing the twice (fool me once....) disappointing Smith & Wollensky.

Walking up to the door at Joe's, it doesn't
 feel like it's trying to impress you.  Yes, there is valet parking, but it's at Rush & Grand.  You try finding a spot around there.  My point is that although the exterior facade is nice, it's not really trying to make you think something you shouldn't.  The front of the place is windows on both sides of the corner, with a revolving door entrance.  The revolving door is a good thing, because as soon as you come through it, you are in the bar.  No anteroom.  No vestibule.  You are in the bar.  Awfully cold in there in winter without the revolving door.  It's dimly lit, but in a warm way, and there are several TV's around showing the stuff that bar TV's show (sports).  It's usually crowded, but not stuffed, so it has a very vibrant feel to it.  The wood is either a walnut or cherry, and it is plentiful.  As you scan the room, you can see a balcony that appears to be private seating to the west, the main dining room to the north, and the Maitre d' station immediately in front of it.  We've always been greeted by a warm smile and friendly banter upon our arrival.


Like I said, I don't drink, so I can't comment on the bar, other than passing observation.


Our booth was right there on the left. 


We were led into the restaurant immediately (I believe we even might have been a couple minutes late for our reservation), and seated in a very nice, romantic, candlelit booth off to the side.  There is white linen on the tables, off white walls with some wonderful photo mural work
 of the original Joe's in Miami, a bunch of wood trim (I'm thinking it's cherry, but I could be wrong), and a very impressive wine rack.  The place just feels classy.   It should also be noted that as vibrant as the bar was, the dining room was much quieter.  Again:  classy.  You can have a full voiced conversation, but it's not overwhelmingly loud, and you don't have to shout. 
We were in a bit of a rush that evening, as we had theatre tickets.  Our tuxedo wearing (always a nice touch) waiter was to our table very quickly, whereupon I informed him of our situation; and that we didn't want to rush, but we didn't have time to dally.  He was very receptive, and very attentive.  He informed us of the non-menu items, then gave us just a couple of minutes to peruse the menu.  In the meantime, a small basket of breads and homebaked crackers and some butter arrived.  There are no "doubles" in the bread basket.  There is one of every item.  I sampled as many as I could.  The best is the onion roll.  I'm a fan of onion flavor, but not of onions.  It's a texture thing.  The onion roll is tasty.  Very tasty. 

How could I not want to eat these?

Anyway, our waiter came back, and we had mostly decided upon our entrees (meaning she had, but I wasn't sure...).  The specialty of the house for seafood is the stone crab.  They are ve
 ry cool looking.  They also don't have to be killed in order to harvest the meat, since it is all in the claws.  They fish for them, take the claws, then throw them back to grow some new ones.  Sure, that renders them defenseless for a while, but I would imagine the survival rate is respectable.  They almost make me
  wish I liked shellfish, just to try them, but I don't.  They come in 4 sizes, and apparently size does matter.  It's all about how much meat you get for the effort of removing the shell.  There are several jokes in there methinks, but I'll leave you to make them yourselves.  I had encouraged Amy to try the stone crab, but we were told that it came chilled, and she didn't want that.  I believe she wound up having the bacon wrapped scallops, and I asked the waiter which steak I should eat.  Duh.   The bone-in filet.  Duh.  Look.  I love filet mignon.  Who doesn't?  To
  me, however, it has always served as a tasty dessert type item that I cut off my porterhouse when I'm done with the filling strip side.  I eat the filet last, all the while making the o-face.  I don't eat it as an entree, because it doesn't fill me up.  At the time I went to Joe's, I was a devout porterhouse guy.  There is no porterhouse on the menu.  Bummer.  The filet is also only 16 oz.  Bummer again.  I got over it.  I decided if I was out in a nice place, enjoying a nice evening, I could get out of my way and order what the waiter recommended.  It was a growth experience for this control freak.  I ordered the filet. 

Good choice.

Good God.  My mouth just watered.
My steak was fantastic. 

It was nicely charred on the outside, yet a nice medium to medium rare on the insi
 de.  It was a fine piece of filet, one that melts in your mouth.  It's all due to fat.  Sure, the restaurant would prefer you call it "marbling" but...it's fat.  Tasty, tasty fat.  I like the taste of so
 mething that is charred.  I like to find the blackened pretzels, seek out the piece of pizza with the black edges, and with beef brisket?  Don't bother with t
 he center meat.  Give me the piece with the crust on it.  Yum.  Joe's gets the char right on their steaks.  Meaning the whole surface of the steak tastes like that.  It's one of the things I don't seem to be able to duplicate at home, and I'm pretty skilled on the grill, but I just can't get the char right over the whole surface of a steak.  I settle for the criss-cross pattern.  I'm drifting.  Joe's knows what they're doing.  The steak had a silky texture and a very flavorful kick.  Adding to my enjoyment of the steak was the "bone-in" feature.  The meat right up against the bone never cooks as much as the rest, yet has a wonderful amount of fat (flavor) around it.  I could get more graphic about how much fun it is to get in there and get the meat out from right up against the bone, but this is not an adults only site.  Not yet, anyway.  It was the first time I'd had a bone in filet (I guess a porterhouse qualifies...maybe?), and I loved it. 

I was pleasantly surprised how full the 16 oz. steak made me.  I can't remember what sides I had, but I'm guessing it was a baked potato with butter and the broccoli.  I remember those were pretty good as well.  The broccoli has a garlic flavor to it, so it's a little askew of my "purist" tastes, but it was good.

Amy thoroughly enjoyed her scallops.  When asked to describe them by this reporter, she said, "You mean the melty softness with the salty goodness wrapped around it?"  You can make your own joke there as well.  Unfortunately, on this night, we didn't have time for dessert.  We had to run and watch some women Defy Gravity

Now your mouth may be watering.
Joe's service is impeccable.  The wait staff is knowledgeable, humorous (I can
 't help but riff with people when I go out), and very attentive.  We were very impressed by the place.  So much so that we decided that we would make Joe's a frequent stop while we were in the city.  We've since gone back twice (we really don't get to the city that much).  I've switched to the bone in ribeye.  Lordy, lordy it is tasty.  It's a little less silky piece of meat, but MAN does i
 t pack the flavor.  Amy had the John Dory (a non-menu fish) the second time we went, then broke down and tried the stone crab on our third visit.  I sampled the fish, and it was very good.  I have yet to be brave enough to try the crab, but Amy reports that you want to skip the small ones and go for the big ones.  Again, she seems to be making jokes as often as she can.  She says it is the sweetest crab she has ever eaten, and heartily recommends it. 

If heaven were the flavor of lime and
cut into slices, it might look like this.



The other thing we have had the pleasure of trying is the famous Key Lime Pie.  Like I said, my desserts generally need to include chocolate.  Not at Joe's.  That Key Lime Pie (to quote Adam Richman of "Man v. Food") is the gospel.  It is subtle at first, then slowly the lime takes over.  Often, Key Lime Pie gets up in your face with the sweet tartness, but Joe's version just kind of sneaks up on you.  Whoever came up with the recipe really deserves a medal or something.  It is the kind of thing that one could describe as "signature."  If you go to Joe's...save room.  I promise it's worth it. 

The nuts and bolts:  Joe's ain't cheap.  None of the places I'll be reviewing are.  Fine dining requires fine pricing.  There's no sense while you're there that anyone feels snobbish about anything.  They know they make a fine meal, and you know they appreciate your patronage.  As I said, the atmosphere is nice, bordering on romantic, and the wait staff really does a great job.  I always feel comfortable there. 

Do yourself and your tastebuds a favor.  Get to Joe's.  It's a great, great place. 

I HAVE BEEN TAUGHT!

How to do links that pop up in new windows

YAHOO!!!!!

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Booked.

I have tickets to Fenway Park for the May 21st game between the Cubs and the Red Sox. 

Wheeeeeeeee! 
Yippee!

Sunday, December 19, 2010

The best laid plans.....


I will call you Stitchface. 
(Greatest Simpsons Episode EVER)

Well.  It was a busy weekend.  Mostly.  Barrett and I finished buying his Christmas presents for his brother and his mommy, then we went to celebrate my niece Allison's 13th birthday.  Today was Barrett's show for his acting class, followed by a little dessert at my folks' house.  Then, tonight, I was going to work on guitar and my review of Joe's Stone Crab. 

The best laid plans....

I went to the store to get some rolls for dinner, and while there, Brady decided to test and see how big an impact he could make on the coffee table with his forehead.  The answer was:  pretty big.  I came home to Barrett telling me that there was Brady's blood all over the place and to come downstairs right now.  There I found a very shaken up mommy, a very shaken up big brother, and a fairly quiet (for him) 16 month old.  He had put a sizeable gash in his forehead, and as Barrett had reported....there was a substantial bit of blood spread around. 

I wasted no time in announcing that we were going to the ER, and that I could not believe the ONE (and I do mean ONE) time I left the house without my phone is the time I needed it.  We live only a short distance from the hospital, so it was a quick drive.  I was a little taken aback when he was not admitted immediately.  A toddler with blood all over his head...and he has to wait?! 

Anyway, Brady got 3 stitches.  For those of you who have never had to deal with stitches in a forehead...it's traumatic.  I got stitches in my forehead when I was 3.  I still remember the doctor doing the work, holding me down, etc. etc.  I don't want to get too graphic, because I don't want my wife to know how much the little guy went through...but that is something I really don't want to ever repeat.  Ever. 

Everyone is home, and everyone is fine.  Barrett was a great big brother.  He cleaned up the blood on the floor in the kitchen, helped mommy stay as calm as she could, worried his little head off about his baby brother, and was just great.  I'm so proud of him. 

Brady was back to his normal daredevil self as soon as we got home.  He was teasing and smiling and doing all the things that make him so uniquely "Brady." 

I'll never be the same.  That's OK.  I was bored with that version of me anyway. 

I'll get to the review of Joe's before the week's out.  Tonight was the night for that.  I'll get there.   

Friday, December 17, 2010

You know....

I've been thinking a lot about steak today. 

I've come up with the list.  Over the next 12 months, at the rate of 1 per month, I will be reviewing the following Chicago Steakhouses:

1.  N9NE
2.  Gene & Georgetti
3.  Chicago Chop House
4.  Gibson's
5.  Morton's
6.  Keefer's
7.  Benny's Chop House
8.  Rosebud Steakhouse
9.  David Burke's Primhouse
10.  Wildfire (Lettuce Entertain You)
11.  Tramonto's
12.  Fogo De Chao
13.  BONUS APPETIZER REVIEW FOR DECEMBER - Joe's Seafood, Prime Steak & Stone Crab

Some qualifiers.  I really had a hard time making this list.  I tried to limit to 10.  I could get to 11 by limiting the list to only Chicago based (no Ruth's Chris, Palm, Smith & Wollensky's, Shula's, Captial Grille) places.  (And Harry Caray's got cut in that process)  I thought about eliminating Wildfire, but I decided I needed a more "chain-y" kinda place (Morton's is too - but I'll be damned if that place feels like a chain), and since Wildfire is a Lettuce Entertain You restaurant, it stayed. 

I was flummoxed.  I settled on a list of 12 with an appetizer.  I chose Fogo as the 12th restaurant, even though it did not originate anywhere near Chicago, and is a very big chain, because....they serve you meat until you tell them to stop.  I repeat.  They serve you meat until you TELL them to stop.  That's a must visit in my book. 

The 13th is an out of town chain, but it is a place we frequent downtown.  I decided to include it because there are only 3 locations nationwide.  Joe's made the list.  Plus, I can write that review without spending more money there.  Bam.  It's on the list. 

So it's decided.  My great expedition into the steakhouses of Chicago is set for 2011.

I look forward to this. 
Meat. 

A series I'm considering....

I'm opinionated.  I'm also a devout carnivore.  There is nothing I like better to eat than a good piece of steak.  Period.   I've been fortunate enough to eat at Peter Luger's in Brooklyn.  To me, it is the gold standard.  In Chicago, I've become a VIP at Morton's (great story I'll share when I review them). 


Peter Luger's Porterhouse.
Um. 
I just...salivated...that's it.....salivated. 

So, I thought perhaps I'd do a series on the great Chicago Steakhouses. My wife likes the idea, because it forces us to get out and enjoy some fine dining.  The economy likes the idea, because it could prove to be a stimulus all to its own.  I like the idea because well....it's fucking steak.  I really don't need more than that. 
 
I've done some googling, and I have come up with 2 lists. 

This list is great.  It's local (with a couple exceptions), it's thorough.  It doesn't include Morton's, Gene & Georgetti, and the Chicago Chop House, however.  I'm sorry.  Those three belong there, if by reputation alone.  Other than that, the list excites me. 

This list is also very thorough.  Most of the restaurants listed on it are not local, however.  If I want to go to the Palm, I think I want to go in New York.  Ruth's Chris is supposedly excellent, and I'm going there one of these days, but it doesn't seem like there's any local flavor to it - from what I can gather, but the Palm in New York is a historic place.  I'm rambling. 

I think I'm going with my own list - but I think it may wind up being longer than 10 (because I think I REALLY want to go to Fogo de Chao) culled from the two.  Since Joe's Seafood, Prime Steak and Stone Crab is on my list...and since that is one of my "go to" restaurants in Chicago, sometime this weekend I'll post a review of that place. 

This should be a delicious topic.


VIP Membership has its privileges.  Morton's.


Friday, December 10, 2010

I've been in a music mood the last couple o' days....

Tonight I was driving home and "Space Oddity" by David Bowie came on the radio.  Definitely high up there in my list of songs I like. 

As I was driving and singing along, I thought of Jonathan Coulton's song "Space Doggity" which was written as an homage to Bowie's piece.


The face and torso of a genius.

Then, I thought - I have a blog.  There are potentially readers of my blog who haven't heard of Jonathan Coulton.  I must change this.  

So.  I'm changing it.  Go research him.  His music is widely available on YouTube.  He also provides all chord charts, lyrics and background information for his songs on his website, or through his (unofficial) Wiki site.

The man is a brilliant songwriter who is (as far as I can tell) about as down to Earth a dude as a brilliant songwriter can be.  He's amazingly funny, wonderfully lyric, has a great voice, etc. etc.  He wrote great comedy songs like "Re: Your Brains" and "Code Monkey."  Yet, surprisingly, from the same mind came the heartbreaking "When You Go" and the song that sums up fatherhood better than I've ever heard it anywhere..."You Ruined Everything."

OK.  That last link was kinda cheap.  But what a great song. 

I first found JoCo at the movie theatre of all places.  He was the special guest for Rifftrax's live closed circuit broadcast of "Plan 9 From Outer Space."  He performed "Re: Your Brains" and a hilarious song "The Future Soon."  I loved it.  Went home, researched him a bit through Google.  Found out the guy just wants to make music and share it.  How novel. 

Anyway - go research him.  He's the shit.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Since he never really died....

"See you soon Bitches!" 
I mean there was no death certificate, no one saw him, blah blah blah blah.  Perhaps this story will allow Jim Morrison to no longer be on the lam.  Could a return of The Lizard King be waiting in the wings?! 

No.  He's dead.  But.....

I love these forty year old sins being absolved.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

It was thirty years ago today...

I published this a year ago.  I like it, so I'm republishing today. 

Thanks Dar, for pushing me to post.  I do need to get back to this. 



“With what person, living or dead, would you like to share dinner?”

An annoying, albeit telling question that is frequently used as a conversation starter, and one for which I have ALWAYS had the same answer.

John Lennon.

I’m not really certain why I’ve always gravitated to Mr. Lennon. The Beatles were broken up shortly after I was born, the song “Imagine” was released when I was 3 and by the time I was aware of his existence, he was not a “working class hero,” but a pampered, private, semi-retired rock and roll legend living in luxury on Central Park West. He had a wife and young son, and was about to release an album called “Double Fantasy.” Not much there to which an 11 year old Midwestern middle class kid growing up in Glen Ellyn, Illinois could relate. Yet something about his music touched me then, and continues to touch me now. I had seen “Beatlemania” at the Shubert Theatre when I was 11 and had developed a love for their music over the next year. Lennon songs I was familiar with were deep, personal works like “In My Life” and “Strawberry Fields,” trippy ramblings like “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” and surprisingly profound pop numbers like “Help” and “Nowhere Man.” I didn’t know “Imagine” at that point, hadn’t heard “Instant Karma,” and certainly was not familiar with “God.” In other words, he was a Beatle. That’s all he was to me. That was good enough.

Subsequently, he released the album “Double Fantasy.” I’m sorry, but if you don’t appreciate how personal “Watching the Wheels” or “Starting Over” or “Woman” are, then you don’t appreciate personal music. I remember listening to WLS and waiting to hear these songs again and again. He was now speaking to me as a solo artist, and I was getting it. I was 12, but dammit, I was relating.

Then I woke up on December 9, 1980.

Iconic photo of an icon
I’m not really certain why I wasn’t watching Monday Night Football the night before when Howard Cosell broke the news of Lennon's murder to the world, but I was sick. That much I remember. I woke up and my mom told me to come into her room, where I watched the CBS Morning News coverage of Lennon’s death. I remember photo montage after photo montage, their soundtracks being “In My Life” or “Imagine” or “Watching the Wheels.” I remember one black and white photo of Lennon playing a Les Paul guitar wearing an army jacket. Further education has taught me that it was a Les Paul Jr. It was red, and that the photo was taken at Madison Square Garden during one of Lennon’s final full concert performances in August of 1972. 1972! A full 8 years before he died. I stayed home from school that day, and watched pretty much wall to wall Lennon coverage the entire day. I had a sense then that the world had lost something special, and seeing the crowds on TV confirmed that.

It is 30 years later today.

As I ponder the answer to the question about dinner companionship, I reflect on John Lennon, and why it is I would place him as the single person I would like to meet. Beyond being one of the biggest icons in music history, the man was probably the smartest, most talented person in the room anywhere he went. I’m sure that was the way Thomas Jefferson (my number 2) was as well, but something about Lennon was just so available. While John was shielded from the world, he was always willing to open himself up through his music, or through his interviews, or through his familial relationships. He was willing to be the clown prince for peace, willing to fight battles when it was time, and willing to lend his voice if it was needed. His final two concert performances were a benefit for the mentally ill for chrissakes.

Watch “A Hard Day's Night” (starts at :30 of this scene - but Grandfather's line just before it is one of the best in the movie)  The scene where the boys sneak out and go to the nightclub, which I believe is unscripted, all the other Beatles are goofing around, Ringo doing his crazy dance, Paul doing it with him, George is dancing as awkwardly as he can, and John is sitting in a corner, talking to a group of people. Engaging them is a better term. He was always above the Beatle thing, yet perfectly willing to embrace it where he could.

Ultimately today I am left to ponder what we missed. The Beatles had only been broken up for 10 years. Other classic rockers from that era (and after) reunited, some with success, others without success. I think the Beatles also would have been one of those that did reunite. The Universe would eventually have pulled them in that direction. “Free as a Bird” is a nice song, but imagine a true John Lennon piece, written at age 45 or so with those guys as the band. We missed that.

John was a tireless anti-war voice. Imagine him alive in 2003. For that matter, imagine his voice on
September 11, 2001. He would have spoken of love, peace, forgiveness and understanding. He would have led protests against the quagmire we entered in Iraq, and would probably have helped us avoid a second term of W. We missed that.

John was a visual artist. His drawings were simple, yet inspired. Who knows what he might have accomplished with a computer? We missed that.

John was a husband and a father. Yoko, Julian and Sean missed that. I think we did a little too.

Ultimately the man lived a good life. He touched millions, and continues to today. I sang “Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)” to my newest son the night he was born, and Barrett jumps around singing “Hey Bulldog” with surprising fervor.

For those reasons alone, he’s my dinner companion.

I hope you have found peace Mr. Lennon.

We sure miss you here.
Me in front of the Dakota, right outside the entrance where John was killed.  I remember that guard booth from the photos in the paper.  Imagine.