Urban Union- book a reservation now.
Now that that’s out of the way- let me explain my new culinary obsession.
Saturday night Shaun and I made a split second decision to hit up Urban Union…literally- we booked the Open Table reso while we were in the Uber on the way to Taylor Street.
I had heard some great buzz about the food there, and I love how Taylor Street really feels like getting out of the city for a night.
The room was interesting and comfortable. It felt like a mix of an industrial space and a log cabin if that makes any sense, meaning it was hip yet still easy to relax in. Plus we were sat at a table that allowed us both to sit on the same side of the table. So obnoxious- we are aware and don’t care…always get a few dirty looks from surrounding diners.
We ordered a bunch of food to share including; a mix of East and West coast oysters, crudo, shortrib ravioli (for him), frites and crispy artichoke chips.
I’ve been known to go to dinner and be more focused on the conversation and wine than the food, but something about these artichokes intrigued me. They were served with an aioli dipping sauce, and looked like little artichoke hearts that had been flash fried maybe?
Let me just say- I can not explain how amazing these things were. The aioli was lemon meringue-ish and cut the citrus in the artichokes beautifully. I couldn’t stop popping them into my mouth. The only thing that stopped me were the perfectly crispy frites which were served with the same dipping sauce.
I am really looking forward to going back and trying more of that menu- and eating the artichokes again. After the meal I thanked chef Michael Shrader* and we decided we also loved the small feel of the space.
Tip- ask to sit in the back section…feels more intimate.
Final thought- while googling how to spell the chef’s name, I came across a bad review of the place from The Reader’s Mike Sula. I should never have dinner with Mr.Sula seeing as he hates all the places I love including the food at Tavernita. On second thought- maybe I should share a meal with him so I can try to understand his skewed point of view on some amazing restaurants.
*slurred how much i loved the food. Creeped him out for sure.