I’ve been feeling rather under the weather these days, so my mom is visiting to help me out at home. Feeling particularly crummy and whiny today, I said, “Mom, I feel like I’m dying.” Her prompt response: “Let’s have dinner at Mado.” And so there we were just after 5pm this evening—me and Mama happy_stomach at one table and at the one other occupied table a certain Chicago celebrity chef. I whispered to my mom to take a gander. Her typically irreverent response, not for a moment lifting her eyes from the menu: “I don’t care who he is. They don’t have porchetta tonight?!”
Fortunately, the stellar meal that followed made her forget for one evening porchetta.
Roasted Baby Carrots with Ricotta and Cumin
This dish would really benefit from a competent photographer because it was gorgeous, the deep colors of the carrots against the pillowy ricotta. The carrots were perfectly roasted—just enough bite—though overall I think this dish fell flat. Granted, my taste buds are somewhat off these days, but I couldn’t detect the cumin. I found myself drizzling the honey that had come with my tea* on the carrots and cheese and was pleased with the result.
We then had the pig head salad with spicy greens and
agro-dolce delicata squash (unfortunately, couldn’t salvage a picture of this). I was a big fan of the pig head with nectarines, but I think I may prefer the new preparation. The squash was the perfect support for the pork. I only wish this salad—and I felt the same about the nectarine version—was a little less wet because I feel like some of the texture of the greens is lost in the dressing/pig juice.
Sous Chef Chris also sent out an order of Shishito peppers, which I love. I was especially happy for the saltiness tonight given the sweetness of the honey I had drizzled on the carrots and of the squash.
Garlic Sausages with Sauerkraut, Potatoes and Mustard
BR’s description of this dish is right-on—it’s very well-rounded and satisfying. I was hoping for pretty assertive garlic but ended up being quite content with the clearly-garlic-but-not-garlicky-enough-to-give-you-garlic-breath-ness of the sausage. I wish I were better at describing sausage texture, but the garlic sausage tonight made me realize that the texture of most sausage I eat, in comparison, just isn't right. I also loved the tang and thick cut of the sauerkraut here. Again, I wish this dish were a little less wet, but I guess that quality was just my hang-up tonight.
Whitefish and Smoked Ham Hoc Stew with Chick Peas, Greens and Tomato Conserva Crostone
Perhaps the least visually-appealing dish of our meal (I bet ronnie_suburban could make it look good), this stew wowed both me and Mama happy_stomach. I’m not usually one for fish stews, but smoked ham hocs are one of my mom’s favorite foods, and she picked this dish from the menu right away. Thank goodness. I would eat much more fish if it came in such a beautiful, porky broth. Everything played against each other so wonderfully—the ratio of fish to pork, the secondary role of the greens and chickpeas. Wow. Mom said she’s going to try and recreate this dish for me at home. After all, who needs chicken soup?
Coffee Crème Caramel with Buckwheat Crust, Hazelnuts and Caramelized Cocoa Nibs
My appetite was kind of wimpy tonight, so we shared just one dessert. This was just one of two desserts on the menu that I hadn’t had before. The other was an apple crisp. Since I got a little overzealous at the start of apple season this year and have mild apple burn-out, I opted for the crème caramel even though I’m not a flan or a coffee person. Actually, I probably would have skipped dessert altogether, but I’ve been interested in experimenting with buckwheat desserts at home, and I was curious to see what Allie had done.
The odd construction of this dessert—with the flan kind of floating in the crust…I’d never seen flan with crust—made me somewhat skeptical, but I ended up loving it. It wasn't awkward to eat at all. I liked the roasted/toasted/smoky layers of coffee, cocoa nibs and hazelnuts, which the flavor of the buckwheat complimented surprisingly well. I was also happy with the smooth texture of the flan.
Overall, a solid, heart- and belly-warming meal…
*Yet another reason Mado is my great neighborhood restaurant: Given how I’ve been feeling lately, it’s becoming a Herculean effort to get out of the house. I walked into Mado tonight looking and sounding (and feeling) like death and, before anything else, Danielle set me up with a pot of tea and honey. I felt better even before we had looked at our menus and knew the effort it took to get to Mado would be entirely worth it.