I started with a snail appetizer, which I’ve had there before. Snails, even very good ones, tend to be on the chewy side, but these are consistently the most tender I’ve ever had. They were served in a garlic butter sauce that didn’t push the garlic or the butter too strongly, resulting in the honest flavor of the snails shining through without encumbrance, merely enhancement. That was followed by a lovely cream of asparagus soup. I will confess a particular weakness for asparagus, so I can’t say what anyone else might have made of it; I can only say that I enjoyed it immensely down to the bottom of the bowl. My entrée was a baked Pacific snapper garnished with fava beans and spinach. It was a knockout. The quality of the fish, the combination of ingredients, the art of preparation – all were beyond criticism.
It was all washed down with a very nice glass of chardonnay, though I must confess that I wish I’d ordered what my friend ordered – a Spanish pinot grigio. Like I said, no disrespect to the chardonnay, but next time, I’m going to remember the pinot grigio. Dessert was a warm pear cake topped with a scoop of cardamom ice cream. Oh boy!
It’s been several hours since dinner, and I’m still recovering. I may not eat again until the 2016 Olympics city is announced. But if you’re ever in Chicago, looking for a dazzling dinner, and you feel like $pending $ome ¢a$h, you cannot go wrong at Copperblue!*
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