Benjyehuda Bopped over to Benjyehuda for lunch; the interior design reminded me a lot of Belly Shack: kind of a Ridley Scott vision of post-industrial, cross-cultural casualness, vibrant, urban, slightly threatening and confusing. The interior is rough looking (intentional scorch marks on counters; tuff, durable booths and stools) but totally comfortable.
I had the “flight”: steak, chicken shwarma and falafel in cute little pita pockets, topped with some salad, tahini and Mediterranean pickles (not fully sure what that means).
We Chicagoans like some heat on the meat, and Benjyehuda has a house salsa that packs enough Scovilles to enliven more subtle Middle Eastern spicing (garlic, parsley, turmeric, white and black pepper).
French fries looked and tasted fresh-cut, but chef/owner told me they’re frozen – still really good. Merkt’s cheese comes on the side in container (thought it would be drizzled hot over the top of the fries, but no).
Nice people behind counter (but check receipts – I was double-billed for an item, which is tough to do when the menu is so limited).
Overall, I liked this place, and it was kind of cool wandering along Van Buren for maybe the first time in decades – some old-looking restaurants along there, surviving, I’m guessing, because personnel from CBOT, CBOE, etc. need a place to eat lunch (Benjyehuda is supposedly open until 4 but they usually seem to close at 3PM).
Benjyehuda
212 W. Van Buren
312.408.2365
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