Burgundy Bistro - Restaurant Review

Such a nice name, sounds like a place I’d like to eat especially since their enticing website with frenchie music boasts a nice looking gluten-free menu. It also happens to be geographically desirable for me now that I live in the boonies. Why I am writing a review about Burgundy Bistro when I haven’t actually tasted the food? And, why will I never set foot in the little restaurant located in a strip mall in Olympia Fields? I’ll tell you why. If the new owners, Tom and Tamara, were the people drinking at the bar about 8:15 one Thursday evening earlier this summer when I entered to finally enjoy their establishment, they were the most unwelcoming restaurant owners I’ve ever experienced. The woman, who I’ll assume is Tamara, jumped from the bar, walked forcefully towards me like I was breaking in and asked “is there something I can help you with?” Sounds innocent enough, but the attitude was frightening. I wanted to run. Taken aback by her question, because I’d think as a restaurant owner, you should basically assume that the people who enter your establishment are there to, um, EAT! I said, well yes, I’d like to dine. Just two, are you still serving? I got a “NO, we’re closed for the evening!” Like I should have known.

Being the hungry person that I am who also loves bistro food, especially one that again boasts such a lovely looking gluten-free menu, I decide to give them another opportunity. This time, I called first at about 6:30 pm (unfortunately, I don’t remember the day of the week) to be sure they’d be open for dinner. A woman answered the phone and I asked if they were still serving. Without a courteous please hold a moment or some nicety you’d expect before being put on hold, I got a hand over the receiver. There was muffled conversation and when she returned, she said NO. So, I mentioned that I can't seem to figure out the Bistro's hours can she please tell me what they are? No clear answer in return, but the kitchen was closed at 5:30 that evening.

The mission statement on the site doesn’t promise much, but it does say “To bring quality food and fine dining to Chicago’s south suburbs, in effect, to bring “downtown” food and ambiance to the south suburbs! And I think we’re doing a pretty good job – The Owners.” It may be quality food, but with their attitude and hours no one is going to get the chance to experience it. And, whose ambiance are they trying to emulate from the Chicago restaurant scene, Ed Debeviks? Tom and Tamara, you should be ashamed for ruining what the original owners, Harry and Adele, created. I’ve heard that the restaurant was once quite welcoming and lovely and in this economy you really need to go above and beyond with the charm to get people out and eating. If I were a real restaurant food critic, I’d have a hand symbol for the very lowest of the low, that’s right, I’d flip Burgundy Bistro the bird. *Stay tuned for my very own coined phrase and symbol for the restaurants I appreciate.

Giusto Giuliani - The Love of My Life

Giusto Giuliani bread where are you? I miss you so. We had a wonderful fling throughout Italy, first the Tuscan countryside, then Florence, then Oleggio in northern Italy outside Milan. At the farmhouse you were perfect for bruschetta and prosciutto, mozzarella, tomato, basil, garlic and pepperoncini sandwiches smothered in olive oil. We enjoyed each other almost three times a day, every day. You came in an unassuming package with only a few slices, you were pricey and could only be found at the farmacias. But, you were so fresh! Beautiful, large slices, the texture of an Italian loaf and sourdough mixed together with a hint of olive oil in the background. You didn’t need to be toasted to be enjoyed. I fell in love. I hadn’t been this excited about bread since my gluten days. I came back to life when I met you. We went to restaurants together. Chefs took you to the back kitchen and made you into lovely crostinis with a variety of delicious pates. When I announced that I would be eating sans gluten most restaurants would first ask, “avete portato il vostro pane,” did you bring your bread or you have carried your bread? And, yes, yes, most of the time I had you with me. Stashed deep down into my purse, waiting for your moment to shine with each meal. A few times in my rush to get out the door, I left you behind. Those were sad, sad days. I couldn’t wait to get back to the farmhouse or apartment to see you, to taste you. Oh how I fell in love. I smuggled some packages of you back home to enjoy. Making you last as long as possible. Then, one day I went to use you as my vehicle for prosciutto and olive oil and… You were gone, you had turned green and fuzzy! So much so that you couldn’t be saved. Why hadn’t I refrigerated or froze you? I’m an idiot, I thought you’d be with me at least until I was finished with you. I sound heartless, I don’t mean to offend. I will always have our fond memories of traveling and gorging throughout Italia. Wish you were here or better yet, I was there. I must, I will come back to enjoy you soon.

Gluten-Free Blueberry Pie

What a mess! I’ve been holding off on writing because I’m so angry at the pie I made for Father’s Day. I don’t even want to write about the pie. The crust was horribly difficult to work with. This was my first ever attempt at making a gluten or sans gluten pie. I don’t even like pie. Wanted to do something nice and for once make a sweet that didn’t involve my favorite ingredient, chocolate. I found the recipe from another blog. She made it sound so easy. Just throw the ingredients together and voila you have a gluten-free and delicious blueberry pie. The blueberry part was a piece of cake, but the dough was quite difficult. It wouldn’t role out; it kept sticking and breaking to bits. I was unsure if gluten-free pastry dough should be chilled as you would for wheat flour pastry dough. When it wouldn’t role without sticking (even though I threw loads of rice flour on the counter and rolling pin and dough), I tried sticking her back into the fridge to chill. Again, even chilling didn’t work. Maybe I messed it up with the initial chill, maybe I never should have chilled it, but it seemed more malleable with the chill. The chill just couldn’t seem to last long enough to handle the dough. Roughly four hours later the pie was finished. Looked fine, smelled amazing while baking and cooling, but the taste test didn’t prove successful. Of course everyone said it was good, but I tasted it myself. It was lacking. The blueberries weren’t as flavorful as I’d like and the pie didn’t scoop out with crust intact. It was a mountain of berries and crust. The only saving grace was the homemade whipped cream, but then again it’s not a recipe that needs altering to be gluten-free.