Chicago Chop House
60 W. Ontario St.
(312) 552-7729
Meet Bloom was primed for a homecoming, but unforeseen
circumstances forced a cancellation, as it did with Meet Mullen, who had family
in town. This left Adelman, Levy and
Goodman as the Red Meet triumvirate yet again (we had dined at Gibson’s Italia
for our last outing, sorry for the non-post).
Levy showed up with new specs, which he wears well
despite his new tribulation with impaired vision.
Goodman was chastised for being too paranoid about
mentioning a party (in honor of Bloom’s homecoming) in which he was invited but
not Levy and Adelman. He took their
ribbing too seriously and of course, ended up looking like a senseless
goon. But he learned to forgive himself
and went back to his whiskey.
The “Steak House Where Chicagoans Dine” was what we
usually heard while asking for reviews from friends who have dined there previously,
so the Meets had high expectations going in.
No cold seafood was ordered, and we opted for the Fried
Calamari, which Goodman found pleasing, but to indifference from Levy and
Adels. We split a Chop House Salad which
was gloriously covered with bacon bits and a mild, creamy Parmesan dressing. All 3 Meets tore into it with gastrointestinal
fury.
The steaks are certainly what separates the Chop
House from its competitors, as they touted their in-house dry-aging process, to
which the Meets bought in and summarily ordered their steaks as such. Levy was pleased with his customary Peppercorn crust on
his 12-ounce, bone-in filet and considered the cut good enough for his house
dog to finish the dregs on the bone.
Adels was impressed with his 12-ounce Grand filet and
remarked that this was the saving grace of the meal, as the sides we ordered
(Mashed Potatoes, Broccoli, Brussels Sprouts) were bland and didn’t complement
the meal well.
