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Brandy has a complicated history with spicy foods. While she is admittedly a bit of a coward when it comes to climbing the Scoville scale, she has acquired a certain level of tolerance for the hot stuff over time. It was this realization that she actually enjoys moderate amounts of spice that she attempted to explain to her sweets loving friend, Mama Bee. "Where as I used to be so afraid of spice that I rarely even added salt to my food, I now find that I occasionally crave a bit of heat," she said, surprising even herself. "Oh, not me!" exclaimed Mama Bee, "Spice and I will never be friendly." "But occasionally, spice can get along quite well with sweets, can it not?" "No thank you!" "But what about honey BBQ sauce?" Mama Bee pursed her lips. "Alright, you may have a point." "I think we need to be a little brave and seek out some spice the next time we brunch. You and I will learn to love the heat!"
Sola space, a fact that understandably elicited mixed feelings from Brandy, and features a gorgeous patio as well as a spacious interior. The layout of the inside hadn't changed much from its previous incarnation, but the color scheme of red and black with exposed brick walls and raw wood floors along with several fire features certainly spoke to the spice that was in store with the food.
Starting the meal off with some liquid courage, Brandy and Mama Bee ordered up some cocktails. Mama Bee went with the Peach Mimosa, which was nicely bold in its flavoring, quite sweet, and very bubbly. Speaking of bubbly, Brandy picked a cocktail called the Bubbly Berry. This drink was lighter, less sweet, and more refreshing than the mimosa but still seemed to walk along the same path, with lemon juice, elderflower, berry flavors, vodka, and sparkling wine. Finding their courage hadn't quite been leveled high enough, the two ordered a few more mimosas in Wild Raspberry and Grapefruit, both of which were very fresh and bright tasting.
Deciding to start with some sweets first, Brandy and Mama Bee tried a plate of the Challah French Toast. This toast, straight away, was one of the best French toasts Brandy had ever tasted. It had been coated on the outside with crushed up cereal ("Who is this Captain Crunch anyway?" Brandy asked, "I've seen his name around town. Does he pilot one of those cruise ships docked at Navy Pier or something?") and then topped with a cinnamon apple compote with cranberries and candied pecans. Because of the coating, the outside had a nice light crunch, while the inside had a melty texture. The apples and cranberries added a nice tartness to counteract the sweetness of the dish, and the pecans, which actually had a bit of spice to them, provided a contrasting crunch.
After downing a glass of water to rinse away the residual heat and wiping their dripping noses, Brandy and Mama Bee headed out of Kick. Their heat filled adventure had been quite satisfying, with prices right around average and very friendly service to boot. "I think I may be becoming one of those pepper head people," Brandy smiled at her friend, "I might just start carrying around a bottle of hot sauce in my bag." "You could barely handle some red pepper flakes on those potatoes and you're going to start dousing everything in hot sauce?" Mama Bee scoffed. "Maybe you're right. Well then, I suppose I just have to carry around a thermos of hollandaise instead, as per usual."
The writers of this blog were invited to dine free of charge by the restaurant in exchange for an honest review.
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