If only for the soup, some eel, and anything fried, Kikuya in Hyde Park is a restaurant worth checking out.
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I don't think I've ever heard anyone talk about restaurants they care about in Hyde Park. Instead, you usually hear people adamantly professing how little they care for the local restaurants. Admittedly, Hyde Park's restaurant scene is about as hip and happening as people who use the phrase "hip and happening" un-ironically. Well, with the opening of A10, there might actually be something worth caring about.
When I ordered the Don't Tell Tal, the cashier looked at me incredulously. She asked me I knew how big the sandwich was. I lied and told her I did, and, besides, I was hungry. Well, truth be told, I'm dumb. Don't get me wrong. The sandwich was delicious. I just didn't come anywhere close to finishing it.
While Chicago may not be a college town, per se, Hyde Park is certainly a "college neighborhood." In a way, The Med is Hyde Park's answer to a the prototypical college town restaurant. The walls are covered with unrelated, incoherent, yet somehow interesting art, and the art is covered with unrelated, incoherent, and not-so-interesting graffiti. This is unadorned, but solidly good food.
Shawarma often has the potential to leave you heavy and bogged down afterwards, but the abundance of vegetables in this version from The Nile kept this from happening.
Though unexpected, the deep flavors of Indian spices mix well with the fattiness of Southern soul food. Moist chicken, bright red with spice, played well with tangy raw onion and juicy tomatoes.
Better known for their varied display of pastries and baked goods, I thought I would check out what Bonjour Bakery & Cafe had to offer in the way of savory options.
Robert figured that on a college budget, most University of Chicago students won't have an opportunity any time soon to eat food from the world's best restaurants, so why not bring it to them? Students joke that with his random lottery that selects the diners, it's harder to get a spot at one of his dinners than it is to get into the school.
The tuna steak at Medici is like laying up in front of the 18th water hazard when you already have a stroke on your opponent: it is effective, it is calculated, and it is safe.
There are reasons clichés are employed so often—they work. Eggplant, peppers, tomatoes, and the refreshing and peppery crunch of arugula are all familiar flavors, but no less delicious because of this. The addition of melted havarti cheese oozing out the sides of the toasted italian bread certainly helps.
While the turkey sandwiches of my youth were riddled with mounds of dry, barely-swallowable turkey, The Little Pecorino at Zaleski & Horvath MarketCafe is propelled forward by a great blend of pesto, mayo, roasted red peppers, and, of course, pecorino.
Daniel Zemans, our man in Chicago, checks in with another piece of intel on the Windy City pizza scene. Daniel also blogs about Chicagoland pizza with his friends on the Chicago Pizza Club blog. --The Mgmt. But President-Elect Appears to...