We went to “mado”, a BYOB restaurant in Wicker Park, Saturday night. The decor is nothing outstanding. I did like our tabletop alot…roughly textured boards with a nailed sheet metal strip down the center…the nails ground down smooth. “mado” does a great thing by purchasing from local farms within the natural “foodshed” as Joel Salatin dubs it. However, I was less than satisfied with my entree, a bowl of seafood stew…one-third of which was a chunk of bread…the stew was bland, amazing, considering that it was topped with a home-made green salsa. And it was $18! No sides or anything! Several of the other diners complained that their salads were salty. Whoever heard of a salty salad? Overall disappointing…the sketch above is of the man responsible, the chef and boss…he was wearing odd shoes with elven type tips which looked good on him.
Sandwiched around my sojourn to T&T, I visited with my friend Winkler. He was living his dream– or part of it, anyway: he had moved to Florida. Winkler was a character…13 years older than me, we worked together at the Glenrock Company when I was in college. He had been a cook in the navy during the ’50s and still used the same flapjack recipe, scaled down from thousands of servings to two or three.