We've been to Capital Grille's downtown location before, and while it was pricey for us as newlyweds, it was well worth every penny we spent. So when my in-laws invited us to dine with them at the suburban location, and during CRW when it was a super-cheap price fixe menu we were all over it. I had just one question - gluten?
We called the restaurant to see if they were down with the celiac, and were assured they could hook us up. Well, maybe not in those exact words - they are a little classier than that. It was sort of mob scene there, even with it being Ash Wednesday, and I was glad we had reservations.
Our server, Lindsay, was fabulous. She knew right away what I was talking about when I said "gluten free" and even steered me away from a salad dressing I thought would be okay because she said it wasn't GF after all. It was hard sitting there watching everyone else pillage the incredible-smelling bread basket on the table, but I just enjoyed my wine. The starters were good - I had just a field green salad with oil and vinegar, but by this time I was starving so it tasted like heaven. The real show was the main course - a filet mignon and some of the best potatoes I've ever eaten (granted, I was two glasses of white zin in by that time, so my perception might be skewed). The steak was like butter. I was so blissed-out, I completely forgot about dessert until Lindsay popped back over to get our orders. As she was listing the desserts included on the CRW menu, I stopped listening as soon as she said "creme brulee."I couldn't possibly hope for my all-time favorite dessert to be GF.
I would be totally lying if I said I didn't tear up a little at the beauty that is fancy-pants restaurant creme brulee (again, I remind you. White zin. Much of it). I would probably have cuddled it and sang it Richard Marx love songs if we weren't in a crowded restaurant.
Bottom line? Capital Grille was fab as expected. Creme brulee can make me cry. And, I made it through my SECOND restaurant experience as a celiac newbie without making myself sick. Successful night all the way around.