I, too, had the pleasure of dining at Jean-Robert recently - and loved my meal. In many ways, it was more satisfying than a recent experience I had at Everest. While not nearly as detailed as Vogelap's phenomenal review above, I wrote about my Jean-Robert meal in the June issue of Chicago magazine, as part of a feature on Midwestern road trips (page 75). Trouble was, by the time I got to Jean-Robert, I had eaten out at 7 meals in a row all the way from Chicago to Cincinnati - and ended up with a serious amount of leftovers from Jean-Robert. When I asked for a doggy bag, like I always do, my wife said, "What are you going to do with leftovers? We don't have a fridge in the hotel, and we're booked for breakfast, lunch, and dinner tomorrow." We decided that the first homeless person we saw on the walk back to the hotel would become the recipient of rock shrimp ravioli with spinach puree and mushrooms, but as it turns out, we didn't see any homeless people. We ended up leaving the leftovers on the ground next to a mailbox on 5th Street and feeling vaguely creepy about it.