Inside Chop Shop (Kailtyn McQuaid / For RedEye )
Review: Chop Shop
2033 W. North Ave. 773-537-4440
Rating: 3 (out of four) Off to a good start
They say you can't be all things to all people, but Chop Shop sure is trying. This new addition to Wicker Park is a lunch counter, butcher, bar, restaurant, event space and even makes its own giardiniera.
It's also run by a trio of killer Ms. The first is co-owner Mario Minelli, whose family runs Minelli Meat & Deli, a 50-plus-year-old butcher shop in north suburban Niles, Ill.; he oversees a team of butchers who cut up thick, ruddy steaks such as a NY strip ($32) sourced from Meats by Linz in Calumet City, Ill. The second is Nick Moretti, an entrepreneur who founded a New York music and art collective called The Kor Project and plans to bring concerts and events to 1st Ward, the 6,000-square-foot private event space inside Chop Shop. The final M is executive chef Joshua Marrelli, a vet of the short-lived but exceptional Little Italy restaurant Urban Union. And in case the "M" crew wasn't enough, there's also an "F" involved: Ty Fujimura of Arami and the original Small Bar consulted on the restaurant section of Chop Shop.
With so much at play and so many involved, I stopped in to see if there were too many cooks in the kitchen, or whether the collective of talent assembled might just be a dream team in the making.
What's with all the suits?
Located at the convergence of Bucktown and Wicker Park, the epicenter of eclecticism that is Damen, North and Milwaukee avenues, Chop Shop's clientele is certainly a reflection of the neighborhood, with a ton of tattoos, hoodies and sharp fashion on display. And yet, there was also a pretty healthy contingent of suited gents and dudes in tucked-in oxford shirts, the kind of folks you usually see filling River North's myriad steakhouses. Yeah, I've noticed that," said Marrelli. "I think it's because we've really focused on making Chop Shop approachable, a place where you can get a beer, have a date or celebrate a night out with your buddies." I should also mention that the original name of the restaurant was Chicago Chop Shop, but The Chicago Chop House—the downtown steakhouse that has been open since 1986e—alleged that it was too similar and might confuse people. I thought that was kind of absurd at first, but now that I see the clientele, there might be something to that theory.
Now on to the meat …
Even if you're confused a bit by the name, you won't be disappointed by the house-butchered chops and steaks on offer at Chop Shop. I tried the bone-in Berkshire pork chop ($25) topped with velvety sweet and smoky bourbon-quince butter. Though my server suggested I get the chop cooked medium, it arrived more medium-well, with the ends slightly chewy. Still, the whole of the chop was juicy and satisfying. To get my fill of beef, I looked to the Butcher's Burger ($14), which featured prime cuts of beef (including brisket) ground in-house daily. There are so many declarations of "best" burgers in Chicago these days that I try to be judicious in adding to the cacophony. But after sampling this thick patty bursting with minerals and just a smattering of satisfying grease on a golden pillowy bun topped with sweet charred red onion and dripping aged cheddar, I couldn't restrain myself. This is a Top 10 Chicago burger. To boot, the herbed and salted fries served on the side had a lightness and nuttiness to them that reminded me of those at beloved West Coast chain In-N-Out (and that's a compliment).
Don't miss the butcher's best
With the lure of steaks, chops and burgers, it's easy to overlook the signature butcher board, but that might be the best expression of Chop Shop's meat acumen. On it, there's a silky pork pate, a buttery hunk of duck rillettes (similar to pate, it's meat cooked slowly in fat until it's shreddable, then it's cooled and formed into a spreadable paste) and a cup of chicken liver mousse topped with bourbon-peach gelee (the bourbon used rotates between Maker's Mark and Heaven Hill). The mousse, which features a touch of cream, tastes more like a foie gras pate than the chunky, funky chopped chicken liver pate usually served at Jewish delis, and is smoother than a Justin Timberlake album.