This is actually from a few weeks ago, but here’s some of the food I ate whilst I was back home for a visit.
Melli’s/Meli’s/Smelli’s/what is the name of this restaurant??
The first time I went to this restaurant, I definitely heard incorrectly what the name was over the phone. All I kept hearing my mom say was “Smelly’s. Smelly’s.” and I was like, “who would name their restaurant Smelly’s?” But I guess if you’re in Chicago and you’re successful, you can pretty much do whatever you want.
When I got there I realized it was not named Smelly’s as I had thought, but something more along the lines of Meli’s/Mely’s/Melli’s. Darn. I was actually hoping it was named Smelly’s. Either way, we ended up coming back to this restaurant the weekend I was home.
My brother loves bananas foster, so rightfully so, he got the bananas foster pancakes:
Rest of the pictures are really yellow =( But the food still looks good.
I don’t remember what my dad had. A frittata of some type maybe? or an omelette? Either way those marshmallow looking things on top are not marshmallows, they’re actually mozzarella cheese:
My mom and I shared the corned beef hash benedict (two of my favorite breakfast foods combined into one dish!) and the chocolate crepes.
Ah, and as you can see from the cup in this picture, the place is named “Meli.” Not sure where that possessive came from, but I’m going to stick to calling it Smelly’s.
Gosh, we used to go here so long ago, it’s ridiculous. Like when I used to get A’s on my report card in grade school we would come here, long ago. The woman who works there even remembered us from way back yonder.
The whole restaurant has this classical music theme. All their drinks and dishes and such are named wittily either after composers or using their songs in a pun.
This is how they keep the food hot. I don’t really know how useful this is, but it works.
Here’s my mom getting some cheese fondue:
After the cheese fondue, we got two fires going for our oil:
Then they give you this plate of raw food that’s almost happy to see you:
And you shove whatever you’re going to eat on a skewer and throw it in the hot oil:
And you sit and wait until it’s done. Then you pull it out, let it drain (or not), let it cool and eat it. The plates come with four sauces, a raspberry something, steak sauce, curry mayo and a bernaise sauce. I only care about the bernaise sauce. But I guess the curry one is good too.
We ended the meal with some chocolate fondue, but I don’t have pictures of it. Close you eyes, imagine a pot of melted chocolate with a plate of marshmallows, fruit and pound cake next to it. Great job! That’s what we ate!