One Bitch'n Kitch'n

Everyone came out of hibernation this weekend in Chicago.  I was there to enjoy every minute of it...even if it was only for the weekend.  On Sunday morning, my gimpy sister drove us to Kitsch'n on Roscoe.   And that's when I realized that B-log 2.0 needs more depth.    Kitsch'n on Roscoe is like Stanley's...only for breakfast...and instead of LP Trixies, it abounds with Roscoe Village natives.  Freaks and Weirdos.  I love them all. 

Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day.  I love eggs.  I love bacon.  I love hot sauce on potatoes.  I love toast with butter and jelly.  Simple and wonderful...but throw in a bit of spunk and breakfast tastes even better.  Kitsch'n was awash in spunk.  Formica tabletops, tsotchkeys everywhere, tattooed waiters with artfully groomed facial hair.  The meals were organized by their ability to cure your post-drinking woes and the food came fast so that it would actually do as it promised.

So, now in addition to finding that great dinner place, I'm on a search for that breakfast place.   Don't get me wrong, First Watch is great.  I've eaten there, like,  400 times since I moved here.  The food is wonderful and you can actually order a dish called Green Eggs and Ham, but it's a little, well, blah.  People show up there after church.  I want to find the place that people show up to after being hung over.

And so, the B-log expands. Breakfast here I come.  24-7-365.  Toast that.