Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Fork (for brunch)


With a name like Fork, you'd expect some very nice cutlery, to say the least; however, the forks (and spoons and knives) were fair at best. The food, on the other hand, was a nice departure from standard hip (or trying to be hip) casual eateries.

Located at the corner of Wilson and Lincoln avenues in Chicago, Fork gets brunch right, if not a little pricey.

We thought we might be a little too school for cool walking in--especially with 9 month Phoebe in tow, but we were welcomed warmly and quickly seated. The decor, which reeks of "modern" lounge was comfortable but a little awkward. It felt like we were there at 2 in the morning, which I suppose is great if you're going there to hang out, but for dining, it was a little out of place. The odd-shaped half booths were comfy, but left you close to your neighbors. That can be good or bad. In our case, it wasn't bad at all.

The menu was small but covered the bases. Our server pointed out a few options and let us be. He was pretty good, especially since he told us he worked the night shift and had barely had a few hours off.


We started with mimosas, and I wish we hadn't. Although I saw the server mix them, they tasted like marginally good champagne poured over frozen orange concentrate. This is something I could do at home--and not pay a lot for.

Next, I ordered the chilaquiles; the server recommended the pork carnitas version instead, a few dollars more, but definitely worth it. Patti had the mushroom truffle and goat cheese scramble. It was beautifully described, but was short on the truffle oil and goat cheese. It was still tasty, but didn't quite live up to the description.
Not wanting to miss out, I ordered a few sides to see what this place had to offer. A good sign of a breakfast or brunch place is how they treat potatoes. Some have "house" blends or country potatoes, and yet some try and reinvent the potato (can't be done--Orange, I'm looking at you with your tepid and bland potato mush). I ordered a side of their potatoes and a side of bacon. Both were expertly prepared. The potatoes had enough crunch and flavor to complement my Mexican dish, and were still simple enough to go perfectly with snoody eggs. Phoebe even had a piece or two. The bacon was also quite good; it was crisp with no fatty remnants. If I want bacon-flavored chewing gum, I can find it at one of the stores on Lincoln, I don't need poorly prepared pig fat for that.

Overall, Fork surprised me a bit. Considering its location and hipstery disposition, the food was quite good (but a little overpriced, but that happens in Lincoln Square). I'd go back for the potatoes, bacon, and the yummy chilaquiles. I'd pass on the truffle scramble and Sunny D mimosas (I'm totally going to make Sunny D mimosas now).

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Don't Call It a Comeback...

Well, friends, here we are again. Another day, another dollar (who really says that?). Anyway, Claire and I were emailing, and we're resurrecting the Wassupper Club!

We'll be posting reviews and snapshots of the places we visit, drink from, and eat from--not necessarily in that order. Occasionally we'll have review-offs (not as dirty as that sounds), where two diners each review the same place, and a winner will be chosen through comments.

We will also be accepting reviews. If you are so inclined, send me your review (250 words or less, less is better), and we'll post it.


Ciao mein,
James

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Fogo De Chao


We had our first dry run for Wassupper Club in November of '09. There were 10 of us, and we went for the MEAT. Fogo De Chao is the consummate Brazilian churrascaria, specializing in fire roasted meats, impeccable service, and an amazing salad bar. You can't even call it a salad bar, it's more of an antipasto bar, complete with cured meats, superb aged cheeses, and all the usuals.

We all had a great time, and even though the bill was $900 for 10 people, it was worth the experience. I couldn't see going there more than once or twice a year, but it is worth the memories of endless meat and Brazilian charm.