The Slow and Savory Review
"The last weekend I didn't brunch was back in 1945," she began with a sigh, "I was visiting Chicago for one of the first times and I was simply too excited to do and see everything. I barely even knew what baseball was back then, but I knew something special was going on at the ballpark, so I bought a ticket with my brunch money and went to the game. And that was the last time The Cubs went to the World Series. Everyone told me not to alter my routines while they were winning, but I didn't listen! I didn't know!" Brocco gazed at her, sympathetically. "Oh Brandy, I'm sure that has nothing to do with it. Superstitions don't have any scientific basis, so-" "Wait! What time is it?" Brandy interrupted him. "Nearly noon. Why?" "Quick! We have to get to brunch! I'm not going to be responsible for ruining the city's chances at a championship again!"
The morning began with a few cocktails for Brandy and a few beers for Brocco. The first cocktail, the Black Orchid, was pretty stunning to behold for its electric blue color. "Since blue is one of The Cubs' colors, maybe this will help," Brandy muttered, making Brocco shake his head. The cocktail made with raspberry vodka, watermelon schnapps, and blue curacao was fruity and a little syrupy, but not sickly sweet, and was just as pleasant to sip as to look at. Of course the second cocktail had to have some red in it, so Brandy ordered the Strawberry Bourbonade which was fresh, strong, and perfect with the food. Brocco opted to try a couple of the hundreds of beers on offer, starting off with the Butterfly Flashmob, a citrusy IPA from Naperville based brewery Solemn Oath, and then followed it up with a Bell's Grapefruit IPA, both of which were quite delicious.
Being terrified of feeling any amount of hunger, Brandy ordered up two appetizers; the Spinach Cheese Dip and the Onion Ring Tower. The spinach dip was creamy, salty in a good way, and satisfyingly cheesy. Brandy liked that the dish came served with crispy pieces of a rather unique flat bread, which added a lovely crunch to each bite. The onion rings had a rather dramatic presentation, being stacked on a long spike and served with a choice of chipotle ranch or buttermilk ranch for dipping. The crunch on the rings was just perfect, the batter being a light and even texture without being greasy.
Though full to the brim, Brandy felt a bit better after she'd enjoyed her tasty, hopefully curse breaking brunch. The friendly service and thoughtful presentations helped to put her at ease as much as the food and drinks did, so much so that she began to reconsider her long held belief that it was her empty stomach that had caused the long drought for The Cubs. "Perhaps you're right," she sighed to Brocco, "It may have just been coincidence that the one weekend I haven't brunched in the last century happened to be the same weekend the Northsiders faced off in their last World Series game." "Of course its coincidence!" Brocco laughed, "I'm happy you've finally accepted that." "It was an extraordinary game, that match in 1945," Brandy grinned, "Almost worth skipping brunch for. Do you know some silly man tried to sit next to me with his smelly pet goat? I'd never seen such a thing in my life! If I hadn't complained to the staff and had that man and his beast removed, I don't know if I would have been able to sit through the whole game with that animal bleeting beside me." "Oh dear..." said Brocco.
The writers of this blog were invited by the restaurant to dine free of charge in exchange for an honest review.
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