Chicago has always had a special bond with New Orleans, from our shared love of jazz, to our shared mistaken belief that a team with a $10 million Tyson Chandler at center can beat them. Jazzing up Chicago cuisine, Le Fleur de Lis.
From a pair of industry vets (one from the Big Easy, one from Chi), LFDL has an old school 'Nawlins-style dining room with murals that depict Crescent City scenes surrounded by oak trim and bronze accents, which unlike other New Orleans accents actually make sense. The menu's loaded with down home classics, with starters like crawfish etouffee simmered in a creamy tomato sauce, spicy cabbage amped up with smoked sausage, and Creole stew packed with chicken/sausage/shrimp and topped with hard-boiled eggs, 'cause getting caught poaching would leave you stewing in jail. For mains they're offering chicken in a Caribbean-tinged curry sauce, gravy-smothered pork chops with garlic/ peppers/ onions, and a massive fried seafood platter loaded with Gulf shrimp, oysters, and catfish, but not Catfish Hunter, as he never mixed well with the batter.
They're expecting to nab their liquor license within a month, which'll juice the liveliness of their Sunday Jazz brunches, a good thing as, just as Utah's about to find out, Jazz just isn't the same without Boozers.