No Regrets When You Dine At Bavette’s

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no regrets when you eat at bavettes chicagoWe heard that Bavette’s was nice, but as they opened the door between the small unimposing hostess booth and the restaurant, we were awestruck. Sprawled out before us was a large, bustling, dimly lit space, filled with beautiful furniture and excited diners.

The energy immediately rubbed off on us as we were guided to our table where we ordered an affordable bottle of wine. Before we knew it, things got started with a Spanish red and two thick slices of hot country style bread. We savored the hearty starter amid sips of fruity fermented goodness, thankful that we wouldn’t be tempted by another slice.

Soon after the bread was reduced to a blissful memory, our crab stuffed avocado came on a bed of bibb lettuce with dijon-sherry vinaigrette. It was everything you would expect, fresh crab, buttery avocado and a nice, light dressing to bring it all together.

Then came the main event. Jasmine’s plate of double cut lamb chops, seasoned with garlic and rosemary, were a sizable portion that rested in a slightly spicy jus. The tender meat was perfectly cooked, marrying the subtle gameyness of roasted lamb with a beautiful melody of herbs; simultaneously rustic and elegant.

My beef tongue paid a respectful nod to a long past era of prohibition and depression where every part of the animal was used out of necessity, rather than creativity. It was tender, served with fingerling potatoes, horseradish sauce and a salsa verde of capers and herbs. Nothing that would expect out of a bovine’s mouth. Between lamb and beef, we enjoyed a side of decadent thick cut maple bacon that had been lightly seasoned with black pepper.

The meal concluded with a simple scoop of whiskey ice cream encased in a crunchy butterscotch shell. As we sat, savoring our sweet nightcap, the 1920’ s seemed ever so close. That defining period in American history, marked by industrial growth that relied so heavily on those who had not let the agricultural past slip away. A time of struggle and hardship, where food, from produce to livestock and sadly, even the family pet was valued beyond measure.

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