"The weather has just been so lovely this week!" Brandy told her good friend Brocco Leigh Binto, "It's like someone flipped a switch and suddenly spring arrived." "Funny you should say that," Brocco replied mysteriously, "My lab assistant, Brassica, and I have been working on a weather machine as of late. I can't say too much about it, but suffice it to say that our initial tests seem to have generated positive results." "My dear man, if you are telling me that you and that darling girl are responsible for the snow melting, the sun shining, and the warm breeze blowing into town, then you deserve an award." "Well, I can't guarantee there won't be a freak snow storm in May, but we've certainly made great strides. But no awards are necessary...yet." "Well, then at the very least, someone owes you a drink. You and Brassica are coming to brunch with me immediately."
Brandy chose to take the scientist duo to Boiler Room in Logan Square, who recently launched a pretty innovative brunch service. Boiler Room had a cool rock 'n roll kind of feel with lots of dark corners to hide out in. The space was big and open with an impressive bar at the back of the room that had two television screens made to look like giant barrels embedded into the wall.
More snacks began to appear at the table as Brocco chatted away about his weather machine. First there were the Seasoned Fries with their delightful sprinkle of Old Bay and a side of aioli for dipping. They weren't necessarily crispy, but their texture was still plenty firm, and made for a nice change from the flash frozen potato sticks some other restaurants try to pass off as a side dish to a sandwich. There was also a decadent Cinnamon Roll which had been stuffed with bacon in some sort of mad science experiment gone right. Normally Brandy prefers a softer cinnamon bun, but this one was hard most of the way through because of its extreme caramelization, which gave a creme brulee like crunch to each bite. "I think the center is entirely bacon," Brocco laughed awkwardly as his and Brandy's forks met on the plate. "You still a vegetarian?" Brandy asked with a cock of her eyebrow. "He was yesterday," Brassica laughed. "I'm not sure anymore, to be honest," Brocco whimpered, hesitating just long enough for Brandy to scoop up the bacon laden bite.
"Well, I hope you feel properly rewarded for your contributions to an early Chicago defrost," Brandy said to Brocco and Brassica as they exited Boiler Room. Considering the extremely reasonable prices, the fun casual dishes, and quick service, Brandy made a metal note to return to Boiler Room in order to continue rewarding Brocco for his good work with the weather machine. "Now, if you can just set that do-hickey of yours to a mild summer, I'd greatly appreciate it," Brandy told Brocco and Brassica. "Oh that weather machine doesn't work," said Brassica, "I bumped into weeks and ago and the whole thing fell apart. Right now it's being held together with super glue and duct tape." "But...if we didn't flip the "Spring" switch... then how did Spring arrive so promptly?" Brocco queried. "The aliens, of course," said Brassica, and Brandy began to wonder just how strong that Jamiseson ice cream had really been.
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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