Friday, July 25, 2025

Top quality restaurants don't resemble 'The Bear'

   
Leidy's Duroc pork chop with cheddar grits soufflé and bacon-braised swiss chard.


     Chefs are rock stars. Waitstaff are coveted. You know who never gets their due? Even though they're the key to restaurant excellence, as important as food or service?
     Management.
     "I think you might have something there," said Rich Melman, founder of Lettuce Entertain You Restaurants, the wildly popular family of eateries. Most new restaurants fail, but Lettuce has been in business over half a century and owns, manages and licenses more than 130 restaurants in a dozen states. They know what they're doing.
     This epiphany struck me this way: my wife and I recently helped our son, his wife and new baby move from Jersey City to D.C. I must have really stuck my landing, because toward the end of our two, count 'em — two weeks — helping, my wife announced that she would take me out to a celebratory lunch at the venerable Old Ebbitt Grill.
     Reservations proved impossible. So we just showed up, and were told the wait was 45 minutes. Parking ourselves at the bar, we ordered drinks. My wife requested an ice tea.
     "I'll get it," said a manager at the end of the bar who overheard the order. That struck me as unusual, like a company vice president stepping out of his office to mop the floor.
     "Let me comment on that," said Melman, when I described the scene. "I think very small. And that's how we got big. You're probably dealing with the manager in charge of the bar. In busy times, they have key people watching over whatever is going on. There might be another manager watching the dining room. Another manager watching over the kitchen. It's like a great shortstop/second base combination. You know what to expect. You know each other's moves."
     Why do some restaurants work and others don't?
     "I think it would be called restaurant leadership," Melman said. "There's got to be somebody who has the passion and the knowledge and the stick-to-it-ness to make something work. That becomes the culture of the organization. What impressed you is how the team works. There is a lot of teamwork in a good restaurant. Covering for one another."

     Speaking of teams, I haven't mentioned the astounding part. I order the Leidy's Duroc pork chop with cheddar grits soufflé and bacon-braised swiss chard.
     The chop shows up, a thick, 16-ouncer. A thing of beauty. I reach for my phone — dead after a morning snapping photos. Sure, I could have used my wife's phone. But I had more pressing things to do, like digging into that pork chop.
     Regret came later. How could I write about this spectacular pork chop and the organization serving it up without a photo of the pork chop in question? I considered going back the next day and ordering the chop again. But that's seemed nuts.
     So I did a Hail Mary, and called Clyde's Restaurant Group, which runs Old Ebbitt. Did they happen to have a photo of their pork chop?

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9 comments:

  1. Ahhhh, we have a soft spot for Rich Melman and agree (obviously) with points made regarding teamwork vis a vis smooth running restaurant operations. Tough to describe, but you always feel a vibe when you're enjoying an evening with cosmic service. Two of Rich Melman's long ago locations come to mind: R.J. Grunts and Lawrence of Oregano. Grunts is till with us, of course. Back in the day the Grunts servers were rock stars. Known by name. Their faces often featured in cartoon likeness on the wall. Same with Lawrence of Oregano (or just Oregano's as most of us would say). I won't call it a family atmosphere. That isn't correct. They didn't remember your name or make a cornball fuss over you at the podium. It just all WORKED. It worked. And you didn't need to understand why or how. You knew you could count on an enjoyable evening. I remember when Oregano's burned down. Kitchen fire if I recall correctly. And how bummed we were to lose the place. For the next sixth months I'd drive by on my way to work and see that hand carved wooden Lawrence of Oregano sign flapping above the doorway, slightly charred. I figured out a way to steal it as a keepsake. (My wife and I had our first date at Oregano's.) There would have been minimal risk. A ladder and a socket wrench. Four bolts. Wear a pair of overalls. Nobody would have given a second look. Melman wisely removed the sign before it disappeared with a thief like me. I hope he still has it above his home bar or on the wall of his office. Special place, special time

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  2. Yes! Yes! Yes! You can always tell when a business is well managed. Sometimes within a minute or two of walking through the door. And it isn't just restaurants. Any type of business that requires personal service for a customer can either soar or crash on the talents of management.
    Some might tell you that I spend too much time and energy praising or criticising businesses that we frequent. But you know what? I notice things. It all matters.

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  3. A pork chop with bacon! Yum!

    A good friend was a food photographer for many years. That shot would not have made the cut. But your description made me salivate.

    We've had 2 cafes over the years, small operations one in door county one in Rogers Park. Both fairly successful. Each owned and run by different ex wives and staffed by our sons.

    Many friends in the service industry. Very tough work. You dont get rich and the hours are brutal. You don't bill by the 10th of an hour if you catch my drift.

    A lawyer in DC? You and your wife should be very proud.

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  4. We used to live near Diversey and Broadway. My spouse proposed at Lawrence of Oregano.

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  5. Used to have a poster for a local Italian place. A cartoon showed two guys in a kitchen, and the text said something along the lines of: "This joint serves real Italian food, made by real Italians...so expect a lot of yelling and screaming and waving hands around." The real deal was very different. The place had top-notch food and service, and the joint was also renowned for the Sinatra memorabilia on the walls.

    No yelling. No screaming. To be perfectly Frank, the place dripped with laid-back coolness and swank. Easy drinking and eating, and fun living, baby. Screaming Italians would have interfered with the Sinatra soundtrack. That whole "waving of hands" shtick was very tongue-in-cheek.

    Tried watching an episode of The Bear. Don't think I even saw the whole thing. Left the room. Couldn't stand it. All that angst and trauma? Meh. Real Italian beef places are more like that Sinatra-themed joint. They are smoothly and quietly efficient, like Joe DiMaggio and the New York Yankees. They aren't soap operas. They aren't reality TV. They aren't like those stupid comedy-drama shows...where some obnoxious jerk of a boss magically transforms a filthy and bug-infested dive into a posh eatery. That's just more scripted television garbage.

    Went to Rich Melman's Evanston restaurant a few times when I lived there, but didn't go to any of the ones in the city. Oh, maybe once to Grunt's. But, hey, Fritz, that was it. Nothing more. Not a foodie at all. Just want good service and a good meal, not a trendy dining experience among beautiful hipsters.

    No complicated or cutesy menus for me. No loud music, and especially no "restaurant buzz"...that roar of the crowd, at a volume that makes you need to shout to your companions. Just give me a quiet no-frills neighborhood joint, or a bustling and busy roadside diner, and I will happily chow down there...and probably keep coming back for years. Those one-year-wonder trendoid places? Might actually get to them once...or even twice...before they close down.

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    1. Much like our gracious host I find myself in trendy joints with fancy menus full of hipsters because I'm willing to buy dinner for one of my children. I guess my ex-wife would search places out that she thought were about to become trendy and we pop in for a bite and walk out with a couple hundred dollars less.

      I remember her saying hey I saw this place in Logan square called Lula's and I want to go there. I'm like sure thing let's go there she said well I want to go tonight.
      I said on Valentine's Day?
      I said well it's early let's let's just head over there
      The hostest asked our names knowing we had to have a reservation I mean we had to there was no other way we were going to be seated in the restaurant that night.
      It was about 5:30 there was hardly anybody in there and my wife said could we sit at the bar and have an appetizer if we were gone in 15 minutes?
      She was pretty savvy.
      They didn't chase us out of there and we had a great night

      The food was terrific

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  6. I hesitate to write this, revealing my proletarian past, present and likely future, but I've always had an aversion to the Lettuce Entertainment concept. Not based on any personal experience, mind you, just reverse snobishness, I suppose. A great meal for me is one from any Greek American place in Chicago that offers breakfast any time of day, lunch and dinner likewise, with most any kind of standard meat, most any style of potatoes, and some nondescript vegetables, perhaps a bowl of ice cream or jello for dessert. A meal that you can get anywhere in Chicago and it will taste exactly the same, every time. And it only takes a couple of visits for you to become part of the family. Besides, that is an ugly uninviting picture of a pork chop!

    tate

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  7. The most recent season of The Bear is all about this issue. Their bad review in the Tribune has forced them to cut down on the chaos and to work together better.

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  8. We've stuck with "The Bear" despite not being among its many devoted fans. Almost done with the most recent season. Frankly, I don't even like it, but we watch because of the Chicago setting, the rave reviews and awards, and, originally, because I like Mr. Beef.

    Though it was only really about a beef stand for a very short while. It's a soap opera, certainly not a "comedy" as they positioned themselves, and the creators seem way too pleased with themselves for my taste. Some of the scripts are quite annoying, indeed.

    I don't really care all that much about fine dining, so a carefully-filmed shot of a meticulously-plated scallop is not entertaining to me. Nor is a bunch of people shouting at each other.

    Well, I guess I'd concede that the acting is very good.

    One might very legitimately ask why we're still watching. I wonder about that, myself. I suppose, in the immortal words of George Costanza: "Because it's on TV!" 😉

    No wonder you like Huck Finn Donuts, Tate! 🙂

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