Whatever the medium, there are always a few masterpieces that capture everyoneâ€™s imagination. In cinema, itâ€™s Citizen Kane. In music thereâ€™s Sgt. Pepperâ€™s Lonely Hearts Club Band. And as far as Chicago wine lists go, itâ€™s the one at Vivere, the upscale Italian jewel in the 83-year-old Italian Village restaurant family.
The famous list may only be printed in black type on white paper wrapped in a leather folio, but itâ€™s as engaging as Hemingwayâ€™s Te Sun Also Rises. Tough I already decided on a pineapple-perfumed Gruner Veltliner and a cherry- and wild yeast-kissed half bottle of 2003 M. Chapoutier La Bernardine Chateauneuf du-Pape, Iâ€™ve yet to give the expectant waiter my order. I want to keep my grubby fingers on this list forever.
My wife, however, has already pillaged our hot, crusty Italian bread and is ready to order black truffle gnocchi and wild boar pappardelle. Te waiter, acknowledging my grape- induced saucer-eyed gaze, tells me I can hold on to the wine list as long as I like.
From 70-year-old Bordeaux to modern vintages of Zinfandel, the only limit on drinking at Vivere is the size of your wallet. The cellarÂ has 50,000 bottles with more than 2,000 different selections.
Like the wine list, Jordan Mozerâ€™s modern baroque interiorâ€”which features a polished metal and glass- swirl chandelier made from an airplane noseconeâ€”is singular. Twenty years old or not, in this era of slapdash restaurant designs punctuated with tired chalkboards and exposed brick, Vivere is an imaginative treasure that honors dining out as an event.
For the most part, the hand-made pastas and entrÃ©es of executive chef Robert Reynaud honor both the architecture and the wine. My wifeâ€™s tender shards of wild boar perfumed with cinnamon and nutmeg and tossed with pasta and maitake mushrooms taste like Christmas morning. Itâ€™s as good as any pasta dish in town.
The only real exception in our meal is a Texas quail that, while cooked to a perfect medium rare, needs salt and is stuffed with cakey dry venison and foie gras. Tis likely wonâ€™t be a problem for long. For, over a round of lush white chocolate cheesecake with Grand Marnier glaze, our waiter explains that the chef takes criticism very seriously. He says that a few years ago, when a critic derided the dessert list, theÂ chef stowed himself away with a bottle of pricey Grand Marnier Centenaire, his favored tipple, until he invented the cheesecake we were eating. With such discipline, Vivere will likely last another 20 years. Iâ€™ll raise a glass to that.
71 W. Monroe St. 312.332.4040.