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| - I know what you're probably thinking...this is some kind of small town, road kill cafe that serves chicken fried steak and soggy green bean casserole, with Coke AND Pepsi (if you're lucky).
Not. At. All.
Yes, the Possum Trot is about as country as it gets and serves all the Midwest standards you've probably grown up with, but it is so much more than the overcooked steak and mashed potatoes you might be imagining.
The PT is a traditional supper club with signature cocktails, seafood/beef/pork cooked to specification, decadent desserts, live music on the weekend, and great service. You gotta trust a place that sears your meat out in the open on the giant grill near the back of the restaurant for all to see. It's fun to watch and makes the whole place smell great. The brick patio in the back is a nifty place to enjoy a slow meal in warmer months; moreover, it's cozy even when there's a chill in the air thanks to the behemoth fire pit.
The hubs and I were treated to this delightfully outdated supper club by my mom and step-dad after a long day of spring cleaning at the family fishing cabin. We were tired and grubby, wearing hoodies, jeans, and tennis shoes, but we wanted a satisfying yet unpretentious meal. As we were arriving, two older couples (blue hairs, actually) walked out and didn't bat an eye at our attire. The ladies were wearing their best rayon blouses and gaudy jewelry, while their gentlemen folk were sporting their "good" jeans, flannels, and Carhartt jackets. They were certainly dolled up for a big Saturday double date, but they didn't judge us for being kind of a wreck. Next we saw the prom queen and her bestie, both in gowns and tiaras. Again, no one gave us the hairy eyeball. Later on I saw a white dude with dreadlocks and tattoos at a table next to a snooty-looking young couple who were probably celebrating their 2nd anniversary. At the Possum Trot, you can definitely come as you are. All the while, a perfectly pleasant pianist played Frank Sinatra, Elton John, and Beach Boys tunes. It was a hoot.
Now for the food:
Every table gets a loaf of fresh-from-the-oven, homemade rosemary bread. The server brought our drinks without delay, and we took our time decided what to order. Ultimately we ended up with the double cut pork chop (it could probably easily feed three hungry people), the steak Oscar with lump crab meat and Hollandaise, sweet and spicy shrimp (barely breaded, juicy, tender, so much better than the strip mall Chinese shrimp you might be picturing), and the Thai chicken lettuce wraps. Everyone stole bites from each other's plate and no one could pick a favorite; they were all so good. All four dishes were perfectly prepared and so flavorful. I was shocked.
I'm honestly baffled by the negative Yelp reviews of the Possum Trot. So to bring some clarity, here's a little context: The night before, hubby and I enjoyed drinks and appetizers at Girl and the Goat in Chicago's West Loop with a few friends. It was divine. The next day we cleaned the fishing cabin and dined at the Possum Trot. Although the atmosphere and menu are vastly different than G & G, the food is nearly as marvelous.
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