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Chicago Report & New find: Crofton on Wells

Janet Traub | | Aug 25, 1998 02:26 AM

Just got back from 2 days of Chicago dining (and
shopping. For our shopperhounds: I found great clothes,
shoes and housewares in Lincoln Park on W. Armitage
from N Halstead thru about 7 blocks heading west)

Lunched at Topolobampo and enjoyed the same Vera Cruz
menu Dave mentioned in his recent thread. I was
pleasantly surprized to find the desserts at Topo were
really special. They weren't at all the usual Mexican
flan, fried ice cream offerings. I had a fabulous
blueberry tart with a tender puff paste crust still
warm from oven and with a wonderfully fresh-butter
taste. Menu said it was served with peach slices but I
got mangoes. The tart was so good, and so was the
homemade vanilla ice cream with it, that I didn't mind
the unannouced substitute.

Had a dinner at Gilles in Highland Park (also mentioned
in the recent Chicago thread) and it was very good,
very authentic French staff, service and menu. The
dining room was empty on a Thurs night so I hope it

My new find:
Crofton on Wells (535 N. Wells St. 312-755-1790) Near

(surf the link below & use their "Search" feature to
find a full review, along with reviews for other new
Chicago restauarants/bars)

Female chef-owner Suzy Crofton. Fabulous meal.

Sauted fois gras appetizer (with sweet potato puree and
roasted mission figs all served layered like a torte)
with the glass of Saturnes the waitress suggested. It
was a dish like that scallop appetizer(?) at Daniel
Ruthie Reichel once described where
you didn't want to speak while eating it lest you miss
out on even one subtle flavor dimension.

Roasted halibut entree with fava beans and a white
truffle oil broth with julienne vegetables was also
phenom. The venison entree with wild huckleberries was
delicious too.

Our dessert was very good too but sadly I can't
remember what it was--a chocolate something. An even
better choc dessert in Indianapolis the following night
at a casual place called Snax wiped out all memory.



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