Scott M.
Yelp
Well this one was, as they say in Boston, a "pissah"!
Carlucci, a venerable Chicago restaurant name. I haven't been to one of their places in a quite a few years. Wife and I celebrate the day we met in person as an anniversary, and for us that usually means steak. On the first day we met, I took her to the Tiki Mecca: Hala Kahiki in River Grove, Il., which was to be this evening's final stop, so I needed to find a SteakHouse somewhere on River Rd and environs.
There's plenty to choose from in that corridor. I should say there's plenty to choose from if you just hit all 5 plus the kicker in the MegaMillions.
I don't mind paying a tidy sum for a fabulous steak, but of late we've gotten burned on the premium chophouses. (q.v. "Ruth's Chris" here on Yelp among others). Nothing worse than walking out of a joint leaving behind the equivalent of a car payment with the thoughts we had a better meal at the local Longhorn for the same cash outlay as the tip we left at the posh joint.
That's actually a true story.
Carlucci's menu was attractive and appropriately priced.
It's kind of tucked away in an office building north of the I-190 O'hare feeder, the complimentary Valet is welcome.
The rooms are elegant in that muted gold way common to posh Italian restos, quite attractive actually. The staff was cheerful.
I had eyed the menu earlier in the day, with a nod towards Osso Buco d' Agnello; and the Filetto di Manzo for the Mrs..
We didn't have any boozes, saving it for the later Polynesian destination.
We both ordered salads, opting for the "half" portions offered by the waitron; not on the menu. Wife going for the "Casalingo" minus all the accoutrements she disdains, like olives and ricotta salata; with "ranch" substituted over the red wine vinaigrette. I swung with the "Cesare" (with anchovies, natch!).
They arrived, in paltry portion; and dont'cha know-her "Casalingo" was dressed with the vinaigrette plus a heap of the ricotta salata on top.
Sent back to the kitchen for correction (with no complaint from the server), and returned promptly. Wife said it was fine.
My "Cesare" tasted like many things, none of which were a "Caesar" as I know it. However, It was a good salad, with 2 'chovy filets atop-and they were the yummy "Italian Deli" kind, not the bullshit ones in a little tin.
The "Filetto di Manzo", on the menu, is accompanied by "Soft Mascarpone Polenta", which wasn't in the cards for Wife, who subbed "Mashed Potatoes" in her order. The Steak came and looked good at first, so did the mashers. She soon found those mashers to be barely lukewarm, and kind of bland. The steak was a center cut, and done to the proper temp, but one side was distinctly grey, as if freezer-burned. The steak also was barely seasoned. The scarce "Marsala Wine Reduction Sauce" didn't do much to help the flavor. Wife asked for some butter and garlic, again supplied quickly and without issue by the attentive Waitron. We also had an order of "Sauteed Spinach" for the table, one of our faves; and Wife put some of the spinach on the 'taters to warm it up, but it was kind of a futile effort-the spinach was bland, too.
My Lamb Osso Buco was ok, not fabulous, but edible. My plate had the aforementioned Polenta, and it was a meager souply portion-again, not very warm. It tasted ok, but it was so runny, I almost had to ask for a spoon.
Wife passed over a chunk of her steak for me to try, and it was again, ok, but not $50 ok. The filet served at our local Longhorn is superior.
I closed my meal with an espresso. It was...Espresso.
Asking for the check, Wife mentioned it was our anniversary, and the waitron snatched the folder back and disappeared, re-appearing shortly with a dessert plate featuring a cylinder of dense chocolate cake and a scoop of gelato, with strawberries and shpritzes of whipped cream. The server had a small boat of sauce which she flamed over the cake. Nice!
The complimentary celebratory dessert was the highlight of the meal.
Go figure.
The bill was about $130, pre-tip, and I left a good one, as the service was absolutely top-notch.
Can't say as much for the rest of the feed.
Our booth was near the path to the kitchen and I noticed a number of plates coming back from other tables with not a lot of the stuff on them consumed. I also saw action concurrent with a flubbed entree order at another table.
The great Guitarist John McLaughlin, in an interview a while back said: "you have to know what a Hershey bar is to appreciate Belgian Chocolate". I love that quote, and in my mind, it applies to our stop here at the Carlucci. Think about it for a minute and you can figure it out.
Throwing 2 stars for a disappointing experience.
PS-The restrooms are almost an Uber-ride away-kinda creepy in a desolate office building after hours.