They say Mado is a French term for "baby", or "honey"....well...listen here "mado", this was not my favorite. Sure, I could blame the fact that I didn't like the dress I was wearing, or the table we sat had the sun glaring through, or maybe it was the simple fact that I was just too hungry. Regardless, mado did not deliver in the way I expected. The energy was low, and one could argue that it felt more like being in someones dining room than an actual restaurant. This could be a plus for some. There was a large family style table placed in the center of the small restaurant and when we walked in it was like everyone stopped to look up...like we were disturbing their family gathering. There was some exposed brick and local artwork which is always nice and modern but I just wasn't feeling it.
Boasting support of Midwestern farmers and a Mediterranean flavor I figured I would just dive right into the menu and see what kind of tasty goodness I could find. We started with freshly baked sourdough bread with mustard and pickles, and wood grilled sweet corn with a smoked paprika butter. Honestly, I think we could have chosen more exciting dishes, but I just went with the flow. Usually bread is served whilst waiting for the food, but in this case, there was a charge so had I brought my Grandmother, she would have stashed the extras in her purse. But I digress...
A combination of entrees from the wood grill and the rotisserie, we chose the hanger steak and Gorgonzola polenta, and the chicken with roasted summer squash and margoram. Hmmmm....the steak was nicely flavored but the polenta was overpowered by the Gorgonzola. The chicken was extremely juicy and tender, but a half plate of bland summer squash was just not hitting the spot.
The good news is I didn't overeat. The bad news is that I stopped at the Dunkin Donuts down the road.
Like I always say...sometimes you just gotta roll with it.
In this photo: Gia Claire, Professional Bloggess
Mado is located at 1647 N. Milwaukee 773.342.2340
Labels: dating and dining in chicago, Mediterranean dining
They say Mado is a French term for "baby", or "honey"....well...listen here "mado", this was not my favorite. Sure, I could blame the fact that I didn't like the dress I was wearing, or the table we sat had the sun glaring through, or maybe it was the simple fact that I was just too hungry. Regardless, mado did not deliver in the way I expected.
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