The cuisine is inspired by chef/co-owner Gregory León’s interest in the Iberian Peninsula. Menu changes often and might include rabbit, pork, beef or fresh fish. Read more…
The modern space with chocolate-brown walls on the corner of Mason and Milwaukee is devoted to classic, regional cuisine. Housemade four-cheese ravioli, ossobuco and rack of lamb with mint pesto are all specialties worth considering. Tiny and intimate.
Even with service snafus and bumps on the culinary road since its late summer opening, Pastiche at the Metro is a big improvement over the hotel’s previous kitchen management. Owner Mike Engel divides time between two Pastiches. Read more…
If you’re in the mood for a relaxed morning or weekend brunch, the Cafe at the Pfister should be on your list of destinations. Whether you’d like a quick bite to eat with a Starbucks® Coffee and baked-in-house pastry or you want to stay and enjoy a breakfast specialty like a Scottish Smoked Salmon Plate or some Farm Fresh Eggs, there are options for everyone.
The best seat in the house is at the kitchen counter, where you can watch your crab cakes, chopped salad and NY strip with Delmonico potatoes being prepared. The leather booths offer a little more privacy, and the bar, live entertainment and a nifty bar menu. Other standouts: fried surf clams and herb crumb-crusted halibut.
The Swingin’ Door Exchange inhabits a red-awninged space under one of the city’s most majestic venues, the Grain Exchange Room. The dig’s first incarnation as a bar – called the Exchange Tavern – began in the 1930s. The owner of the neighboring barbershop took over the place in ’67, renaming it the Swingin’ Door. Nowadays, the Door still gets its patty melt and Friday fish fry on, but it’s rolling with the times – packing in a hodgepodge of the hungry, from bike couriers to number-crunchers. Read more…
This North Shore address is all about fish. Sashimi, nori rolls, shrimp tempura, fried softshell crab, etc. The hot and cold appetizer menu is a particularly good value. The Murray Avenue location also serves four kinds of ramen.
It was called Sushi Magic. This kit promised to turn the stickiest of fingers into a nori-rolling pro. If I had only opened the box. But my Sushi Magic, a well-intentioned gift, ended up on a yard sale table (where it didn’t sell).