Friend dates are the best, don’t you think? I mean, sure romantic dates can be nice, too, but they can also be very very not nice (don’t we all have stories…). Date-dates carry with them expectations, whereas friend-dates more often than not mean guaranteed laughs, lots of stories, and no inhibitions because friends don’t require impressing. They love you for you, just as you are.
It’s been a month of good friend dates for me, and last week Lemon and I took the opportunity to check out a new-to-us restaurant in Evanston. For those of you that don’t know, Evanston is a charming little town just north of Chicago that houses Northwestern University. I rarely head north to go up there unless for work, but we took the opportunity to visit The Cellar, and we both left full and happy and glad we did.
There are so many great things about The Cellar that I don’t even know where to start. The cozy bistro is welcoming from get-go, with dim lighting, pillowed benches and without any air of pretension. The wine list is seasonal and apparently constantly changing. The perfect any-date atmosphere.
Let’s talk about the food because that’s why we’re all here anyway: the menu is globally eclectic, serving dishes lobster rolls to curry to weiner schnitzel (with spaetzle!), all in small plate form that are just begging to be shared, because nothing can ruin a friend-date or a date-date like food envy. You know I’m right.
We opted for none of the above, but were taken in by the butternut squash gnocchi, chorizo stuffed bacon wrapped dates, the Philly cheesesteak flatbread and truffle fries (because fries for the table really should always be a thing). Yes, this is a lot of food. Yes, there were only two of us. Yes, we ate almost all of it. What,? It was all ah-mazing. Like I said, no judging on friend dates.
The very helpful and attentive staff steered us in all the right directions and when it came to ordering, but especially with dessert, when we just weren’t allowed to just try one. First, a tale of two donuts: a rum maple bacon and a cocoa nib with blueberry compote. A note on the latter: no matter how much blueberry I slathered on that donut, I couldn’t taste it, but rather it only made the chocolate taste stronger. I didn’t understand. I still don’t understand. Science is weird and cool. Continue reading