When I checked out Stephanie Izard‘s new prodigy Little Goat last week, the place was teeming with coworkers having hustled over from the Loop for a taste of the celebrity chef’s attempt at a mere sandwich. While the upstairs still smells distinctly of paint, the sandwiches are close-your-eyes-and-moan good and the service is jovial.
The full diner isn’t yet open; one of Stephanie’s buddies roaming the restaurant checking in with each table told us it would be by early January. In my opinion, the small sandwich shop portion of the restaurant could be enough for a solid profit margin alone. We split the Turkey and the Roast Beef, simple titles of meaty masterpieces. Both were incredible amalgams that Dagwood or an equally hungry white-collared Midwestern man would be satisfied by (paired with a slightly-larger-than-most bag of potato chips available behind the checkout counter.)
We met Stephanie while we were there, and she is quite the humble chef. She was curious as to what we ordered, and our assessment. Our only gripe: the pickle served on the side of each sandwich could be a bit fatter and juicier. Potbelly has this nailed.
View their introductory menu here. Go before you can’t even squeeze in.