It was a cold and rainy night (also known as May in Chicago) when the hubby and I sat down at Au Cheval in the West Loop. The restaurant had maintained a near permanent resident status on my to-try list, so I was thrilled when an after work event nearby along with an improbable lack of wait made an impromptu date night at Au Cheval possible.
I’m not sure about you, but I’ve heard over and over that Au Cheval’s matzah ball soup is the stuff of legends. And being the nice Jewish girl that I am, I was eager to give it a try. The soup arrived beautifully presented, a massive matzah ball topped with a broth soaked pearl onion all placed ceremoniously in a shallow pool of soup. But I have to admit: Grandma’s is better. The matzah ball is just a little too dense, the broth a little too rich, the herbs a little too strong. Good, yes. The best? No. I’m afraid (or perhaps relieved?) that title belongs with Grandma.
The cheeseburger (clearly I don’t keep kosher), on the other hand, I can easily assign a status of excellence. Comprised of two thin (about the only “thin” part of the dish) patties served on a lightly toasted and buttery bun with a hearty slathering of dijonnaise and pickles, the cheeseburger made the night. The hubby and I went for the share, a great way to enjoy the indulgent and rather large entree. Still, after an appetizer and half an entree, we were stuffed. Which was a damn shame, because the desserts looked amazing. In fact, every dish that went past me looked amazing. Meaning I need to get back to Au Cheval soon (and in considerably less time than it took for me the first go round). I just may skip the matzah ball soup.
Try Au Cheval at 800 W. Randolph.