Date of Last Visit: Wednesday, November 3, 2010
The Victim: Matt
The Damage: Not too much. $25 each?
The Background: Everything changes and sometimes life is like a boomerang, sending you back from whence you came. So it is with me. So it is with Matt. He too is back from London (along with Carolyn, his wife).
And we can’t get over how expensive food is here. It’s really crazy. A small soup at Au Bon Pain? $4.33. Just for some tomato puree and some pasta. Really. Go for a burrito and you’re out $10. A BURRITO.
I suggest to Matt that we catch up about repatriation at Revolution Brewing, a relatively new brewery in Chicago’s Logan Square. And you know what’s scary? Even though I lived in Chicago from 1996 to 2004, I’ve NEVER been to Logan Square before.
It’s a big space. An airy space. I like the tin ceiling and the light fixtures. But again, I’m afraid of what it might be like on a Friday or Saturday night. (And indeed, Foursquare tips confirm: Stay away on the weekends when the wait can stretch out forever.)
And there it it. The burger. Sorry that there’s not a shot of it open-faced because as always, I totally forgot to take a photo until the very last minute. I opted for the farm burger: baby spinach, roasted beet, horseradish cream, organic egg. FANTASTIC. Really, really…a really good burger. My only complaints were (as always) a soggy bun from too much juice, and a bun that just wasn’t as toasted as I like it. (And well…I was hypnotised by the horseradish cream, as I often am these days, and it didn’t pack the whollop I was hoping for.) I opted for the side salad instead of the fries, so I can’t comment on the potatoes. The side salad was HUGE though. More baby spinach. Good stuff.
This was all washed down by a number of Revolution’s beers. Between the two of us, I think Matt and I tried 75% of the menu. (Hey, they have 2 oz tasters…calm down. It was a WEDNESDAY.) I wish I could say that one or more really stood out, but nothing is really springing to mind. They were fine. Just fine.
The Verdict: I liked my burger. I liked the tin ceiling. Apparently, the bacon popcorn is something to go back for. Maybe I’ll go back. Maybe. But there’s a lot of other places–and a lot of other burgers–in Chicago that I need to check out first.