Last night I went to dinner with my sister, bro-in-law, and dad at the Daily Grill in Skokie. This is not to be confused with my beloved Daily BAR and Grill in Lincoln Square. I was leaning towards the blackened Atlantic salmon when I saw chicken pot pie on the menu. I’ll get it ONLY if it is baked in it’s own seperate dish, a la Jacks on Southport.
The waiter said it was and I ordered it.
I should know better. It was bland chicken pot pie filling in a soup bowl with some filo dough stretched across the top. It was in a soup bowl with a wide lip, so we all thought–man, that is one helluvah chicken pot pie. No, it wasn’t, because 1 1/2 inches around the edge was porceline covered in filo.
Sigh. Needless to say, I have put in a request for a trip to Jacks this week.