France. The history. The savoir faire. The steak frites. The wine.
That’s a lot on poor old France’s shoulders. Maybe you should handle the wine.
This place will provide the rest: Chez Simo, a dark and handsome BYOB hideaway, now open in Ravenswood.
You know this sort of boîte. The interior looks like those quaint bistros you remember from your travels throughout Marseille—or really, anywhere where black-and-white photos of Jacques Brel and Édith Piaf are considered requisite decor elements. So it’s typically French, but not stuffy French. Basically, like Gérard Depardieu after a few drinks.
You’ll probably want to reserve this place when you’re looking to go off-grid. Not that it’s exactly terra incognita, of course. Both cell service and escargot with Pernod-garlic-herb butter are plentiful here.
But there may be times when you’re just after a friendly mom-and-pop spot with some steak au poivre with cognac sauce, and no one around asking too many questions about your date’s name.
On those occasions, you’ll nestle yourselves in a booth. Have the server uncork your Châteauneuf-du-Pape and bring forth your foie gras and coq au vin. There’s also a hint of Moroccan on the menu in the form of lamb shank with couscous.
It’s the steak frites of Morocco.
That’s a lot on poor old France’s shoulders. Maybe you should handle the wine.
This place will provide the rest: Chez Simo, a dark and handsome BYOB hideaway, now open in Ravenswood.
You know this sort of boîte. The interior looks like those quaint bistros you remember from your travels throughout Marseille—or really, anywhere where black-and-white photos of Jacques Brel and Édith Piaf are considered requisite decor elements. So it’s typically French, but not stuffy French. Basically, like Gérard Depardieu after a few drinks.
You’ll probably want to reserve this place when you’re looking to go off-grid. Not that it’s exactly terra incognita, of course. Both cell service and escargot with Pernod-garlic-herb butter are plentiful here.
But there may be times when you’re just after a friendly mom-and-pop spot with some steak au poivre with cognac sauce, and no one around asking too many questions about your date’s name.
On those occasions, you’ll nestle yourselves in a booth. Have the server uncork your Châteauneuf-du-Pape and bring forth your foie gras and coq au vin. There’s also a hint of Moroccan on the menu in the form of lamb shank with couscous.
It’s the steak frites of Morocco.
