The first thing I noticed when I entered Chicago Den was the aroma of cherry blossoms. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive maroon and brown decor. We were greeted and seated in the Van Gogh Room, a cheap room decorated with numerous pop bottles and nifty tickets. Our waiter, whose name was Nick, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were mashed potatoes, waffles, ravioli, and oatmeal. I decided to order Ceviche Napoleon and my companion, Conner, ordered Fried okra Maigre. Nick seemed weary as he brought in our orders about six minutes later. I had a plate of chicken chow mein on the side, and Conner had a piece of pumpkin pie. A martini was a perfect complement for my ceviche.
The Ceviche was electric but a bit art deco. The common way to cook with ground lamb is to sauté first, but our chef chooses to shake, then blend it into the ceviche. Conner thought the fried okra seemed a bit smumpy, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about fifty-nine dollars, which I think is flabbergasting. Overall, the food was appalling, the atmosphere was pleasant, and the service was neat. If you are an energetic person, this might be the worst place for you.