Saturday, February 9, 2013

Schwa Restaurant, Chicago

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"Put it in my mouth!" were Andra's first words when we got to our table at Schwa. Even with Jay-Z playing loudly in the background, her words hung in the air, like a challenge. I think we got a raised eyebrow from our server/chef/host/future dance partner. Schwa is one of the top 5 hardest reservations to get in America. In America! Yet, somehow Amanda scored us a table. This article in GQ explains a bit about the food and air of intrigue surrounding chef/owner Michael Carlson (he wasn't there that night). So after 10 courses, 4 bottles of wine, 8 shots of Jameson's and some beers we turned the dining room into our own private foodie nightclub. You can see from this tiny, embarrassing photo that questionable behavior is tolerated and perhaps even encouraged at Schwa. And that's one of the tame pics. Other people were actually still eating while we were donning aprons and getting our freak on. I got the feeling that wasn't the first time this happened, though probably not on the nights when Michelle Obama and Thomas Keller ate there. Then there was that quail egg yolk in my mouth. The four of us agreed: most fun dinner ever.

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