Libby Dulski
10/23/16
Restaurant Review: Part Two
10/23/16
Restaurant Review: Part Two
Plateia Mediterranean Kitchen
“We have
to order saganaki when we get there” my doting grandmother Roberta says as
she turns onto Milwaukee Avenue.
“Saganaki? What’s saganaki?” I ask as we
drive past Goodis Restaurant and then Wild Pita Mediterranean Grill; these are
also both good Greek restaurants (so my grandmother claims.)
We are on our way to lunch at Plateia
Mediterranean Kitchen in Glenview, Illinois. Glenview is home to a number of
Greek restaurants, Plateia being one of them. If you ever find yourself leaving
the shelter or your cramped dorm room and want to escape Kalamazoo, then make
your way to Chicago and then go to Glenview (a suburb just thirty minutes
outside of Chicago). Once in Glenview, I recommend heading over to Plateia.
Greek gastronomy is a Mediterranean
cuisine. Greek cooking uses a wide variety of olive oil, fish, wine, and meat
such as poultry, lamb, and pork. There are certain ingredients that are
essential in Greek cooking such as olives, cheese, eggplant, lemon juice,
vegetables, and yoghurt. Traditional desserts use ingredients such as nuts,
honey and fruit.
Plateia states that it wants its guests
to experience the hospitality of the Greek culture with the taste of the
Mediterranean. It claims to serve the best Non-GMO ingredients the Greek
tradition can offer. The head Chef Mario uses the recipe for longevity from his
native island of Ikaria, Greece- one of the five Blue Zones in the world where
people live longer and healthier lives. Plateia also has traditional
Greek-style crepes that use a family recipe from creperies located in Athens
and Kalamata. If this description of Platea’s method of serving and preparing
food does not convince you to try the restaurant, maybe a description of the
actual restaurant and food will.
Inside of Plateia |
Plateia is a large white building. It
looks just as immaculate on the outside as it does on the inside. The space is
huge and could easily hold over 200 people. Before we enter the restaurant, two
adult men come out of the double wooden-doors of the restaurants. They are
dressed in black suites with different colored ties. They exchange handshakes
and get into their respective BMW and Audi. I tug at my decorative scarf hoping
it can pass as “fancy.” The double doors lead into an airy room that contains
several sub-rooms and a bar. They are separated by pillars that gives a sense
of privacy yet still allows for a connected feeling.
The first thing we notice as we slide
into our booth is that “Cold Water” by Justin Bieber is playing softly for
music throughout the restaurant.
“This is not Greek music” my grandmother says while pushing her reading glasses
down towards the edge of her nose while inspecting the black and white menu.
I hear Justin singing “And if you feel
you’re sinking, I will jump right over/ Into cold, cold water for you.”
“The music really does not add to the
mood does it?” I ask as I spot saganaki on the menu.
Our waitress is helpful and terse. She
explains some of the signature dishes and brings us our drinks quickly. The pop
is flat, but at least it is cold. The napkins are thick white pieces of cloth
with blue stripes. The silverware is heavy; my silverware feels comfortable in
my hand as I unravel my napkin.
Saganaki |
“This silverware is nicer than the stuff
at my house!” my grandmother exclaims as she holds a fork up to the ceiling to
expect it. Our waitress gives her a gentle smile as she asks if we are ready to
order. Plateia might be playing a hodgepodge of teen music, yet I set down my
menu as my stomach grumbles. Hell yes I am ready to order my first ever Greek
meal.
Lemon Soup |
We are brought a large basket of warm
bread. I dip a fluffy piece into yellow-green olive oil. The fresh bread and
buttery oil are perfect to prepare my taste buds for the meal. The saganaki
arrives first as an appetizer. My grandmother is disappointed that it arrives
unlit and not on fire. We question the waitress as to why the dish, which is
traditionally served on fire, is flameless. She shrugs and says that in
Glenview they are not allowed to light it on fire; however, this is actually
not true as Mykonos (another Greek restaurant in Glenview) serves its saganaki
on fire. Nevertheless, the pan-seared cheese is delicious. The slight crust of
the cooked cheese is complemented by the gooey and bubbly inside. The cheese is
followed by a lovely lemon soup. The taste is so subtle and light I almost shed
a tear. My grandmother and I agree that the feeling we receive from eating the
lemon soup is like eating a beloved mother’s soup.
Wrapped Pita |
My much anticipated entrée arrives after I
take the final bite of saganaki. The dish I have chosen is called “Wrapped
Pita.” It is served on a fluffy piece of warm pita bread. I bite into the warm
wrap as Greek yogurt ranch drips out of the wrap onto my cottony napkin. The
tomatoes are ripe and juicy and the lettuce has a nice crunch. The wrap has a
tangy-sour taste that is complemented nicely with the feta that is sprinkled
across my hand-cut French fries. Although French fries (for goodness’ sake they
have the word “French” in the description) are not a traditional Greek cuisine,
I appreciate the addition of feta to “authenticate” the fries.
Still hungry, I eagerly order dessert. My grandmother and I decide to order two desserts and split them. The dessert menu is overflowing with chocolate. From gooey crepes filled with white chocolate, Nutella, and Oreo to Eclairs filled with layers of Nutella, the
Eclair |
Nutella Crepe |
Full and content, my grandmother and
I leave through the large, wooden double doors out towards the car.
“So, Grandma, would you recommend this
restaurant to the college kids from Kalamazoo?” I ask as I open the passenger
door to the car.
“Absolutely! I give it a 9/10” she
says which is amazing because she is a tough grader.