When a restaurant is as fastidious and dedicated as Goosefoot, a new prix-fixe-only Ravenswood restaurant from former Les Nomades chef Chris Nugent, thereâ€™s no question about whether it will be highly rated. The only question is whether itâ€™s earned four stars. This one came oh so close.
Unlike some critics, I donâ€™t care much for lavish silverware, crisp silk draperies or fancy finishing-schooled waiters whoâ€™ve committed every wine region in the world to memory. Thatâ€™s all nice, but the restaurants of my dreams serve tasty and original well-executed food. Their chefs and owners have a thoughtful unique vision and the courage to pursue that vision even if that vision clashes with perceived standards. Nothing else really matters.
Of course, Goosefoot doesnâ€™t ignore standards. They trade in on all of them. Servers refold your napkins when you leave for the restroom. They swap out forks and knives with each course. They understand Nugentâ€™s techniques and where ingredients come from. If they donâ€™t know, they ask. They serve a bunch of luxury ingredients, like lobster and scallops. (Unfortunately the former is a touch chewy and the latter a little gritty.) They pour wines into the proper type of glassware. And though Goosefoot is BYOB, servers can generally swap a little winespeak on a particular varietal.
Admittedly, if you donâ€™t know much about wine, the BYOB thing might be a negative, most four-star restaurants provide sommelier â€œguardian angelsâ€ to take care of you if you donâ€™t. . And anyway, Chef Nugentâ€™s food is so good, you could bring a wine bottle with a picture of a snowboarding giraffe that you just picked up at 7-Eleven and the experience isnâ€™t diminished. (What does diminish things is when youâ€™ve brought a dessert wine and you have to remind the kitchen halfway through the cheese/dessert portion of the menu that they still have it chilling in back.)
But garnering four stars isnâ€™t about performing perfectly. Things happen. I once gave a great review to a restaurant that accidentally knocked a glass of red wine in my lap. You could pour a magnum of Cabernet in my lap if you serve me Nugentâ€™s cheese course. The scrim of nutty/funky Pleasant Ridge Reserve (a Wisconsin cheese made in the style of Gruyere) propped up on a billowing spinnaker of a tapioca crisp enriched with a drizzle of celery truffle caponata and dollop of mascarpone cream is the best composed cheese course Iâ€™ve had since Dale Levitskiâ€™s â€œGrilled Cheeseâ€ at Sprout.
Truffle is everywhere on Goosefootâ€™s menu, including a â€œdehydratedâ€ truffle powder, served on a dish of seared Angus beef. (Truffle oil is mixed with a modified food starch called tapioca maltodextrin that dehydrates the oil, allowing a fluffy powder to form.) When the powder hits your tongue, it rehydrates in tiny explosions, like a bunch of Dippinâ€™ Dot ice cream pellets invading your mouth. Itâ€™s strange, but invigorating. Iâ€™m now convinced every movie theater should have this on hand as a popcorn topping.
Though the truffle is exciting, the beef feels obligatory â€” Chicago has enough steakhouses. What isnâ€™t obligatory is the beefâ€™s garnish â€” a parade of carrots, poached, pureed and spherified (a molecular gastronomy technique that creates something akin to a gelatin ball) and filled with mousse. The mousse is incredibly creamy, but the encapsulating half-sphere is a touch too rubbery and relatively flavorless. The garnish feels like Nugent showing off. Unless youâ€™re Bugs Bunny or have faltering vision, you never really desire that many carrot variations.
To be fair, while Nugent may be proud of his skill, I have no doubt heâ€™s a humble dude. And he mostly shows restraint in his cooking. One of my favorite dishes of the evening is a simple, velvety chestnut soup topped with a truffle foam and garnished with a buttery gougere (cheese puff) and verdant California peas (a nice touch in the middle of frigid February). The mingle of smoky chestnut and earthy truffle is a swoon-worthy perfume.
Iâ€™m equally satisfied with the quail, a precious roast nested in a hill of sherry- and cumin-spiced lentils. The hearty lentils and rich, rare quail flesh are foiled well by bright, sour, compressed apple spheres and a cutting of slightly acidic drips of mustard oil.
Then again, Iâ€™ve had quail before. Itâ€™s Nugentâ€™s creative desserts for which I have no frame of reference. But thatâ€™s fine. Iâ€™m happy to fill the empty space with the delight of a creamy Cinderella pumpkin mousse dipped in bright Mandarin orange gel and flanked by a fluffy nougatine powder that rehydrates like the truffle powder mentioned earlier. A tiny crisp chocolate hazelnut truffle served with heady mulled wine sauce is also enlightening. Though the usual conceit here might be to sprinkle on a touch of fleur de sel to contrast against the sweetness of the chocolate, Nugent boldly adorns the plate with briny chocolate-covered sea beans.
If every dish were as original and fun as Nugentâ€™s desserts, Goosefoot would be a slam-dunk four-star spot. But theyâ€™re not. Thereâ€™s a fussy occasional fascination with technique over flavor. It feels like Nugentâ€™s holding on to the idea of what fine dining is instead of pursuing what he knows it could be. If Nugent can just discover a little punk rock within, I guarantee heâ€™ll find his missing star.
2656 W. Lawerence;
(773) 942-7547; goosefoot.net
This article first appeared in the Chicago Sun-Times in a different form.