Public Landing in an historic warehouse along the
I & M Canal has changed from feeling like a good value to crossing into pricey territory as some entrees which have been on the menu since the place opened are now over twenty bucks. The handsome room also has changed. The bar once hidden in a side room near the kitchen has been installed squarely in the middle of the main dining room. The quiet, tastefully Americana room is now an amped-up drinking scene, and boy, is it loud: when I left last night, my ears were ringing. The food is unimaginative but capable for the Joliet-Lockport area: my gently charred salmon had a tasty lemon-butter-caper sauce and was accompanied by a heap of wild rice and a good-sized chunk of broccoli not overcooked.
Eating at Public Landing used to be as subtle and satisfying as reading a good book, but last night eating there felt like being manipulated by television.