So welcome to Ceres' Table, hoping to open next week. (Keep your fingers crossed.)
We admit there's not a lot of beach along this stretch of Clark Street. But thanks to the dark-blue floors and soft-azure walls, you might feel like you've entered a sexy Mediterranean retreat.
There's a communal table in front, but grab a chocolate-colored leather booth near the back and settle in for a night of feasting: rabbit gnocchi, Caesar salad and grilled baby octopus swimming in puttanesca. The Palermo-born chef's a veteran of MK and Boka, which means you'll find your route won't be the same well-worn path of pasta and more pasta: think lamb shank in horseradish mashed potatoes and roasted pork loin with pineapple, quince and juniper berries.
There's also a beautiful bar with smart pendant lights sparkling above, but for right now it's little more than a whisper—a promise—of the wine list that is scheduled to debut sometime in mid-December. But since the name Ceres comes from the Sicilian-born goddess of grain and agriculture (that's her shining atop the Chicago Board of Trade), send her a little prayer that the liquor license comes through sooner.
And bring a bottle to sacrifice in her honor.