For our last dinner in Chicago, we went for steak. We definitely wanted to try an old school steakhouse and gladly settled on Gibson�s. We�ve read plenty about it and have also seen it on the League (not that any of the characters actually eat there).
We arrive to a very bustling scene. Apparently a lot of popular restaurants are in this area. It certainly seemed like a place to be seen. And that was validated as sports car after sports car pulls up to valet with the driver (usually an older gentleman) and his hot young date step out, pose, and head on into one of the restaurants. I stood outside and watched as people paraded themselves up and down the streets showing off what they had. It was quite entertaining actually. Some people call the neighborhood the Viagra Triangle. Take that as you will.
Anyway, back to food. As our party was led through the dining room through cramped quarters and jovial patrons, we spied on what other people were eating. Steak was clearly the choice but we looked and sides and even desserts. There was a lot to absorb. Once seated, we looked over the menu while the waiter introduced himself. We came back later with a platter displaying many of the steak offerings of the night but raw. We could see the difference of marbling between different cuts. By the way, they wet age their steaks. They also had a 2 lb lobster tail for viewing pleasure too.
After much consideration, I chose the bone-in strip steak while Mr. M&P had the bone-in ribeye and our guest had the filet. To share, we ordered the mashed potatoes with red eye gravy, creamed spinach, and asparagus with hollandaise sauce. But before all that food graced our table, every entr�e order comes with a starter of a salad or soup. While the rest of my party chose the salad, I had the soup which was a seafood gumbo that night. Rich, deep ocean flavors with chunks of seafood around. My only complaint was that it was a bit salty. I guess that the soup was made ahead of time and sat as the night went on allowing it to reduce and the seasonings becoming more apparent. I�ve experienced this at several restaurants before and it�s not uncommon.
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We arrive to a very bustling scene. Apparently a lot of popular restaurants are in this area. It certainly seemed like a place to be seen. And that was validated as sports car after sports car pulls up to valet with the driver (usually an older gentleman) and his hot young date step out, pose, and head on into one of the restaurants. I stood outside and watched as people paraded themselves up and down the streets showing off what they had. It was quite entertaining actually. Some people call the neighborhood the Viagra Triangle. Take that as you will.
Anyway, back to food. As our party was led through the dining room through cramped quarters and jovial patrons, we spied on what other people were eating. Steak was clearly the choice but we looked and sides and even desserts. There was a lot to absorb. Once seated, we looked over the menu while the waiter introduced himself. We came back later with a platter displaying many of the steak offerings of the night but raw. We could see the difference of marbling between different cuts. By the way, they wet age their steaks. They also had a 2 lb lobster tail for viewing pleasure too.
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