Don’t worry. You really didn’t miss much last weekend in the brunch world, which may or may not have had something to do with the fact I was coincidentally on vacation. But this weekend, pretty much everyone in Chicago has decided to do brunch. Seriously, pick a place — any place. Sabor Saveur? Yep. Karyn’s on Green? You betcha. Citizen Bar? Okay, you should get the point by now.
(Photo: Carly Fisher)
Easter is coming up too. If you celebrate Easter, I would be more concerned about attending church than brunch, but I guess it’s “a thing people do.” Luckily, since I do not celebrate Easter nor did I participate in Lent, I’ve been enjoying all of the pleasures of living life in excess — including a recent invite to David Burke’s Primehouse to finally try out those bento boxes I’ve been hearing about for so long.. I still haven’t tried out the Hangover Bento though, so perhaps another trip is in order.
What a gloomy day outside. You know that after brunch you are definitely not leaving the house, so make sure to save those leftovers for your rainy day snacking. This week’s scraps come from Josh Linton of Aja, including a recipe (for the improv challenged):
“Honestly, when it comes to leftovers, I usually chuck ‘em. But if you have cornbreads, bread pudding and so forth, then you can dry those at a low oven temperature maybe 175 or 200 degrees and soak them in a “royale” (egg yolks, heavy cream, vanilla, sugar) until competely absorbed. Bake in a casserole dish and serve with ice cream.”
Potatoes. Well, isn’t this cliche? (Photo: Carly Fisher)
Because my comedic skill set is confined to hyperbolic musings of really unfortunate things that always seem to be happening to me (i.e. first world problems), I attempted to find a good brunch joke for this weekend’s Where to Brunch. Unfortunately, I kept running into watered down Jewish jokes about bagels and lox, like this POS right here, and more Brunch with Bridget bits from the Ellen show. To answer your questions: No, I have not seen it; No, I don’t care; Yes, I wish Ellen would pay me to have a stupid segment where I eat brunch and talk about things, preferably hung over and in bed (call me, gf!).
Judging from the site traffic, it seems like all of you people want to know where to get corned beef hash before, during or after you get shitfaced this weekend (which, according to this Sun Times article, isn’t even Irish). Actually, that sounds pretty good right now. Eh, what the hey? Presenting your St. Patrick’s Day brunch options in Chicago:
I was going to dignify the notable absence, but — Hey, look! What’s that?!
(clockwise from upper left: 1. pulled pork hash, 2. heavenly hot cakes, 3. scrapple, and 4. brie, asparagus and mushroom omelet)
Shh, baby. We don’t need words; just brunch. This is what I ate last weekend when I stopped into Ina’s for brunch. The breakfast queen herself gave me the official title of brunch princess, so it’s settled. Damn, that woman knows how to make a fine breakfast.
I have also been posting galleries on the Chicago Brunch Blog Facebook page for your drooling pleasure, where you can upload photographic memories from your favorite brunches if you like. Or not. Whatever.
(Photo: Carly Fisher)
What a gloomy day outside. You know that after brunch you are definitely not leaving the house, so make sure to save those leftovers for your rainy day snacking. This week’s scraps come from Josh Linton of 
