Lyra Review - Fulton Market - Chicago - The Infatuation
"Anyone who tells you that the food at Lyra is “great!” or “terrible!” is lying. The food is fine. It’s also irrelevant, because you shouldn’t come to this huge, crowded, Greek restaurant in the West Loop for the food. You’re here for untz-untz music and to sit next to a table full of people randomly yelling “skeet skeet” until you get enough booze in you to do some shout-talking of your own. Lyra falls into a very specific restaurant category. It’s a party restaurant—a place where you can count on spotting cast members from Love Is Blind , eavesdropping on the CEO of Cameo, and smelling sulfur from the hundreds of bottle sparklers parading by during the course of your two-hour meal. Don’t come here expecting to eat great Greek food. Lyra’s menu boasts phrases like “carved tableside” and “blistered feta” that might trick you into thinking it has more substance than a typical party restaurant. And while some dishes are solid—lamb chops are tender and the flaky spanakopita hand pies have a nice balance of juicy spinach and salty feta—most are underwhelming. Because like the guy at the table over talking about the models and bottle service on his latest Miami yacht rental, Lyra is mainly full of sh*t. The “blistered feta” in the watery prawn saganaki means a server carelessly pours ouzo over your skillet and lights it on fire. There is no blistering, just some tiny prawns and cheese crumbles going up in anemic flames, like your bank account after an unavoidably pricey meal here. The $45 gyros (“carved tableside”) is simply a plate of lamb shoulder that’s half-heartedly shredded with a fork by a server who’s in a rush to get away from your table. And the overdressed tuna tartare is sitting in so much acid, it tastes more like ceviche. “At least it’s a guaranteed fun time, right?” Well, that depends. Do you like the idea of partying adjacent to the yacht guy who will absolutely brag about how much he just spent on a bottle of wine? Then yes. And at 11pm on Friday and Saturday, they play clubby Greek music while servers dance on tables with sparklers and everyone waves napkins around and around. That part is objectively fun. But other than that, the service is awkward and intrusive. There’s a fleet of bussers and staff wandering around looking for something to do. Lyra is the kind of restaurant we wish we could rate on a sliding scale. Are you here celebrating a 29th birthday on someone else's budget with seven other people also uninterested in intimate conversation and good food? It’s a 9.1. But if you're on a first date with that introvert from your coffee shop, it’s a 5. Unless you’re one of those extremes, this place is just another busy, expensive West Loop spot with average food. As long as you know that, book a table and prepare to hear about upcoming trips to Mykonos. Who knows, maybe you’ll get invited. " - Adrian Kane
