AboutEating my way through the Big Apple and around the world.
Always in favor of extraordinary flavor versus saving a few calories, I’m constantly seeking the best restaurants, recipes, and random little food finds. This blog chronicles my discoveries, most of which are located in New York City, the foodie heaven I am fortunate to call home.
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Three days, three dinners. I’m on a tour of Chicago’s arguably best restaurants (minus Alinea—off the list until I’m making bank).
Monday nite was Avec, a tiny wine bar with a big following. The place is so small that diners have to get up from the communal table benches—sometimes mid-bite—to let other patrons slip in. But it’s Chicago, and no one is disgruntle about it. In fact, groups on both sides struck up conversations with us, and a girl two seats down asked if she could finish the stranger to her left’s flat bread when the plate was being cleared. Hilarious.
The food was delicious and lived up to the expectations set by my aunt and cousin. The house specialty is the chorizo-stuffed dates wrapped in smoked bacon, swimming in a spicy piquillo pepper tomato sauce. We also enjoyed the cantaloupe salad with spicy greens, grapefruit, and mustard vinaigrette, the house marinated olives, and a gulf shrimp and roasted corn special.
For me, the real star of the show was the dessert. Not realizing the goat’s milk caramel and berries was part of the ricotta buckwheat crepe, I had to re-talk my sister into another option, the almond tart with vanilla bean ice cream. When the waiter returned he brought us the tart and the crepe, because he said I had to try it. Man, did I mention that I love the people in Chicago?