It seems that the older I get, the faster time goes by. At the closing of this week, January will have only one more week left and then February will be upon us. It dawned on me that in a few more short months, I will have inched a little closer to 50. (Pause) Okay, so I have a few more years to go before I hit the half century mark in my life. I must admit that I have a tendency to want Chicago winters to rush, though. Summer can never arrive fast enough, but we have had some warm days and with one of the most recent warm days, I took advantage of the opportunity to go outside and to some restaurant. My constant New Year’s Resolution is to find more restaurants. That is no problem in Chicago.
Having been to the Lakeview area to sample a few small eateries, there was a pastoral shop that I wanted to visit to get some wine and cheeses for some upcoming winter evenings I know we are doomed to experience. Well, honestly, I wanted to get a few bottles of wine so that in the event that I would experience insomnia — a problem I have never had and probably never will — I’d tackle that problem in advance. While at the shop, I noticed there was a bistro extension next door. I chose to go and get fed rather than buy some wine that I would probably end up taking to a BYOB affair. It was at Bar Pastoral at 2947 N. Broadway that I had my first breakfast happiness for 2015.
On this weekend, I was in a rare mood to really treat myself. I started off with an apple brandy old fashioned. Bartenders in Chicago love to put their own spin on old fashioned cocktails. It’s when they create a cocktail that leaves you sitting with a stupid smile on your face that you know you’ve had a sip of heaven. The brandy made the old fashioned a very relaxing winter drink. (Pause) Okay, that bad boy was slightly heavy-handed and that meant I had to order a lot of food to counter the alcohol effect. My first appetizer was a seasonal frittata served with baby spinach. Very light and still flavourful without an unnecessary amount of seasoning, the dish was a splendid preamble if you planned to go overboard the way I did.
With my belly primed and the alcohol slowly being soaked up, I was curious about the parsnip and potato hash. Served with a boiled egg instead of a poached egg — my request — and piquillo peppers and a pesto over an avocado and lemon cream, I kept asking myself why it took me so long to pay attention to the bistro. The potatoes were seasoned well. Being on a low salt diet by choice, I am aware whenever dishes are heavy with salt. Not with the parsnips and potato hash. Compliments to the chef, sous chef, cook, or fry guy because for a dish that looked too pretty to eat, I devoured it without shame. I had to wait a few moments before preparing for my “finish him” course.
Where I went all out was with an autumnal gimlet. Swimming in a tall glass were Letherbee autumnal gin, fresh lime juice, simple syrup, quince, and apple tart cherry grenadine. Swimming in my belly was nectar. Swimming in my thoughts, I imagined myself in Brazil on the beach showing my flattened tummy. And then I came back to reality when the plate of chicken and waffles arrived. Ummmmm, ummmmph! I was all about sinking my teeth into some chicken and the buttermilk fried chicken was what bliss is made of. Don’t ask me how the chef got cheddar cheese and bacon into the waffles without making a mess. Don’t ask me how I worked my knife and fork on the chicken and waffles as silently as I did without also making a mess. (Pause) Okay, so I shook my head a few times and declared, “Umph, umph, umph,” as I sopped up the brown butter glaze. You would have too.
Bar Bistro is not a restaurant with big box appeal. One thing I will say is that the acoustics are all over the place, which makes talking quickly become shouting. Well, not that bad, unless you’re sitting next to a large party. The bistro is quaint, in a European kind of way. I would, however, recommend making a reservation for Friday and Saturday evenings. Considered how busy it was, it was also nice that the server was extremely accommodating. I had no demands and although he couldn’t give me a pillow so that I could take a nap after my two hours of decadence, he did offer regular coffee. I accepted. And you know what? I forgot to get the wine and cheese that I went to buy initially. But I had a really, really, very good brunch. Umph, umph, umph.