To dine or not to dine
I like my restaurant experiences the way I like my vacations: luxurious without the luxury price tag. I know I’m not a Ritz-Carlton girl, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like to be treated like one.
Unlike hotels, restaurants can’t make assumptions about their guests. The best-dressed customer may be a terrible tipper. The worst-dressed customer may be a millionaire on a bad day. The noisy table of college kids who squat at your best table all night may recommend you to all of their friends. And the girl scribbling furiously in a notebook between bites may just be a closet food critic.
The best restaurants aren’t those that we see on “Check, Please!” or read reviewed in the Tribune. The best restaurants are those who don’t just pretend to appreciate your business, they actually do.
My goal is to find the restaurants that meet those standards and expose those that don’t. Whether you also live in Chicago or you just like to read about food, re.story.rant is truly an amuse-bouche for your mouth and mind.
