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River Forest, 美國
幾時開始Yelping
十二月 2007
Pronunciation: 'Poo-ra Buh'yezza
Type of Business: Breakfast/brunch/lunch haven nestled inside a bright space full of interesting collection of artworks and handicrafts
First Impression: Charming
Impression After 27 Visits: Charming
Number of Tables: 4 and sufficient
Parking: Plenty on Western and sidestreets
Don't Miss: Breakfast wrap, breakfast croissant, vege omelet, paninis
Must-Have Drinks: Freshly squeezed OJ, freshly made coffee - per cup, mind you
Looking Forward To: Expanded smoothie menu
Occasional Eye Candy: Well-behaved canine faithfully sitting on the sidewalk while his/her owner is enjoying a breakfast wrap and freshly squeezed OJ inside
Extremely Jealous Of: Their gigantic OJ juicer
Conclusion: An oasis in the desert of the Western strip
So I went there for lunch today. Got there just after they opened at 11:30am and it was pretty quiet, so I sat by the sushi bar.
"Economy is bad," said the owner/chef. "And business too."
I ordered a lunch special: Giant bowl of miso ramen with ground pork and a fried rice. When my face finally re-emerged from the now-empty ramen bowl, this place was almost filled.
With all Japanese.
When you see mostly asians in an asian restaurant, you know it's done something right. Whether it's the no-nonsense menu, cozy space, homey decor, sweet scent of green tea, or murmur of Japanese you don't understand, there's just something magical about this place.
Tough times? I'd say, only true survivors shine.
I've been going to Torishin since 1996, and it remains my No.1 favorite Japanese restaurant outside of Japan - and I've tried a gazillion Japanese restaurants all over the world. I told the guys at Timeout Chicago about this joint about half a year ago, and voila!
This Izakaya-style restaurant makes me feel like I'm in Japan. That says everything about the ambiance and decor. Nothing cheesy or pretentious. Most of their customers are Japanese who, sadly for them, are no longer allowed to smoke while in the premises :) The owner, Tony-san, is a true master and may I say quite a comedian once he knows you.
The service is prompt, thanks to its small but wide-open interior space. The waiter and/or waitress are polite, patient, and responsive without being too attentive/annoying. My friends and I always get seated immediately. Large groups (above 8), however, are better off with a reservation, and you'll get seated in a dining room right next to the main area.
Their best dishes are the "appetizers," most of which are written in English on the tabletop menu. There's a white board on the counter that lists their seasonal selections of appetizers - written in Japanese. Just ask.
Some of my favorite dishes are: Seafood salad (I order this almost everytime), dansha korokke (potato croquette), kani-kurimu korokke (crab-cream croquette), yaki tori (chicken skewers), ika maru yaki (grilled squid), wafu sute-ki (Japanese-style steak), saba-sho (grilled salted mackerel), soft-shell crabs, buta ponzu (pork on ice, dipped in zesty vinegar sauce), and much, much more!
Their main dishes are top-notch as well. Some of the killer items include donburi-mono (rice bowl topped with a dish and seasoning; any variety), katsu kare (rice topped with curry and fried pork cutlets), nabe yaki udon (udon noodle soup with shrimp and mushroom, a winter comfort food), hiyashi chuka (Chinese-style cold noodle with ham, boiled egg & seaweed, a summer must-have), yaki udon (stir-fried udon), yaki soba (stir-fried buckwheat/wheat noodle).
And of course, the sushi and sashimi. While I'm not a huge fan of sushi - and I hate wasabi (I know) - their raw seafood is fresh and succulent. Just be sure to ask Tony-san to leave wasabi out of the rolls and put it on the side instead, if you're like me :)
A Japanese meal wouldn't be complete without sake or beer, and Torishin is well stocked. They also offer "bottle-keeps" where you purchase an entire giant-size bottle (1.8L or 60 oz.), put your name on a label, and they'll keep it for you, chilled, for as long as you want. A more cost-effective way to drinking sake if you're a regular drinker, or want to share it with friends.
One last note: Their hours are typical Japanese. Open for lunch, closed, then open again for dinner. Speaking of lunch, they have weekday lunchbox specials at bargain prices. Can't beat that!
In an otherwise touristy corner of downtown Banff, The Bison made us feel right at home.
We liked it so much, we dined there - and met the same waitress - twice. We have no shame.
Dinner starts with warm multi-grain bread with organic butter, served in a tree-bark bowl. It's so good I could fill up from this alone. Seriously.
Order their red wine onion soup and red curry mussels and you're all set. I dare you to dip the bread in the mussel curry. What follows - the moaning and possibly involuntary gastronomical orgasm - may invite excessive staring from diners nearby. But you'll be too busy enjoying the moment to care.
Should you still be hungry - you overweight bastards, er, foodies - go for their roasted leg of lamb, crisp roast chicken, or salmon. Whether it's the bed of mashed potato or toasted hazelnut, no ingredient is superfluous. Everything meshes in perfect harmony.
When you're all good and satiated, wipe the remaining drool off your mouth and go sit on the sofa in the lounge area. Sip their brown-sugar mojito.
Moan again. You'll be back.
Goat has never tasted this good.
Goat cheese, that is. Whether it's served as a dip with crunchy garlic bread, or in the form of cheesecake sprinkled with toasted hazelnut - also crunchy - it's gastronomical perfection from the beginning to the end.
We simply couldn't get enough of them cheese.
For non-goat cheese entrees:
+ Scallop. Four humongous pieces sit on the corners of a buttery mountain of mashed potato and crispy onion. The scallops are pan seared on both sides. Looks good, taste even better.
+ Duck confit. Guess this leg of ours really cooked in its own fat for a while. The flavor penetrated the skin like Keira Knightley penetrates every man's heart. I almost - ALMOST - picked up the bone to lick it, then I remembered it wasn't Chinatown.
+ Salmon as catch du jour. Glazed with horseradish honey and cooked all the way through, this rich protein source melted in my mouth, like Keira Knightley melts... oh never mind.
My experiences with upscale restaurants have been consistent: The smaller the menu, the better the food. Briejo is just as well the epitome of this statement.
This place exudes a sense of coolness and warmth simultaneously. I particularly enjoyed the junkyard-inspired lampshade above my table. Briejo is located in the heart of art district and there's no shortage of creativity here.
The wait staff was energetic and professional. Owners Bridget and Jo - hence "Briejo" - hovered the floor all night making sure everyone's happy. And happy was everyone.
Especially after consuming an abnormally large amount of goat cheese.
It's do-or-die for Cubs on NLDS tonight. Friends and I decided to watch the game over a couple of beer and some greasy food, and Bar Louie was right around the corner. So, perfect.
We were seated immediately as it was pretty empty. And it's a Saturday night. Whatever. It was 9:12 pm, five minutes past first pitch, and the row of flat-screens had MIL-vs-PHI, ABC news, and Titanic on.
Titanic?!?
Lucky for us, Cubs was soon on tv, our Guinness arrived, and it's time to order some finger food.
I was craving for nacho cheese. You know, those yellow goodness oozing out of a dispenser and you dip your chips in it. The closest thing they had on the menu was this "chicken nacho" that cost $9.99. So I asked the waitress if we could work something out, and to my delight she said yes.
That's when things took a downward spiral.
Bottom of first, Cubs down 0-2. I had a headache.
Food arrived. My nacho? It was semi-soggy 'cos the cheese was drizzled on the chips, not on the side where I could dip. Okay, I'm hungry. Just eat fast and watch the game.
Fast forward to middle of the sixth. Cubs down 0-3. Chips now 100% soggy. My headache just got worse.
We decided to get the check and get the hell out. Check came, and the nacho cheese: $9.99. It was as if they took the chicken out of that "chicken nacho" and charged me the same price for it.
Here's the best part. The waitress explained, "Oh, we don't a button for your nacho cheese on our computer, so we just have to ring it up as chicken nacho."
At this point, my friends were like ants on a hot pan. I was simply too tired to argue. I needed Advil, fast.
Get the hell out we did, and I never looked back.
Cubs lost. So did Bar Louie.