"Comfort revisited" is the culinary mantra at Hearty, a restaurant rooted in reinvigorated nostalgia and a hefty dose of whimsy.
Jam is the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show of brunch, featuring some of the most stunning, imaginative preparations and presentations of dishes born from humble origins.
For a place with such a nondescript name, Untitled certainly goes big and bold when it comes to brunch. The cavernous restaurant's recently instated "soul brunch" seems like it's making up for its curious name with a miscellany of outre dishes that pack a wallop of flavor.
Beatrix isn't reinventing any culinary wheels, rather polishing them up with the kind of finesse found in vigorously refined kitchens.
If you're hankering for a Sunday morning meal, and you just can't stomach the notion of syrup-soaked griddle cakes, dim sum is the way to go, and in Chicago it doesn't get much better than Cai.
This comfortable, crafty addition to East Lakeview could very well be the new quintessential Chicago brunch haven, not terribly crowded, accessible and comforting to all, with a menu rife with decadent and inventive American brunch fare.
Toeing the line between the two is Doc B's Fresh Kitchen, a Gold Coast newcomer that offers all the hearty pleasures of weekend brunch without the belt-buckling guilt and lethargic after effects.
Ada Street's brunch tends towards larger plates and more familiar flavors, albeit ones jazzed up with chef Zoe Schor's intrinsic verve for modernity.
I can think of no better breakfast of champions than a heaping platter of cornetti followed by an egg-adorned pizza and a bombolini (or several). Such trappings can be had at Bar Toma, the mod Italian temple doing masterful, innovative things with dough at the brunch hour.
As with any good American comfort food spot, the brunch menu at Hutch is borderline overkill. It toes the line between heinously indulgent and "oh, wouldn't it be cute to try croissant French toast?"
Whereas sopes and ham & eggs at any random Mexican spot might be nothing more than humble hangover medicine, Takito manages to exhibit pristine flavors throughout its minimalist menu.
Far from the froufrou or overcrowded brunch spots elsewhere in the city, Pecking Order succeeds by keeping things simple and supremely satisfying, imbuing brunch staples with a punch of Filipino flair.
As crippling as brunch at Davanti Enoteca may be, it's worth every lingering ache. Revered for its rustic Italian dinner fare, this place makes a strong case for Italian brunch as the most decadent, irresistible weekend fare in town.
Endgrain is one of the heartiest, most comforting restaurants to open in Chicago in a long time. The new Roscoe Village restaurant is sort of a soulful middle finger to the Atkins legacy.
Brunch at La Sirena Clandestina is so novel and eclectic it should almost require passport verification.
When it comes to brunch in Chicago, it doesn't get more over-the-top than this place, a bastion of overindulgence, hedonism, and guilt. If you're looking for lighter brunch fare, you'd be better off eating an actual drum than dining at this gluttonous Mecca.
Avec is the biggest score for brunch since Roscoe combined chicken and waffles. And just as at dinnertime, their brunch menu is full of deviceful twists and turns, putting a distinct stamp on the Sunday ritual.
When a place like RM Champagne Salon begins serving brunch, I expect glitz and glamor and beautiful people. Their newly instated "boho brunch" did not disappoint.
If you're a raving fan of the central time zone, you'll want to camp out at Central Standard, a cavernous new River North restaurant themed around our very own time zone.
Choose your comrades carefully when eating brunch at Tavernita, as the shareable tapas format translates to the a.m. with a prix fixe menu of invigorating nibbles and noshes that you almost want to horde for yourself.
When it comes to brunch, hash is about as humble as it gets. Unlike some dishes that lend themselves easily to highfalutin interpretations (lobster Benedict, fried chicken pancakes, etc.), hash is sublime in its simplicity. That's not to suggest that humble hash can't be elevated and celebrated, as proven by aptly named newcomer Hash.
Brunch at Caffè Oliva, located right on Ohio Street Beach, is as close to a legitimate getaway as I've gotten in a long time, but unlike most beach-centric vacations I've been on, the food here is shockingly ambitious and memorable.
You have to give credit to a restaurant that can make bread bowls appealing. Gather has a knack for gracefully elevating American comfort food, from fried chicken and biscuits to the oft-lambasted bread bowl.
When it comes to brunch buffets, there's a fine line between dignified and hungover-in-Vegas, a line that Howells & Hood tactfully toes. The unlimited Sunday brunch buffet ($29 per person) feels less like a tacky cruise ship spread and more like a thoughtfully curated brunch menu that just so happens to be strewn before you in eye-bulging amounts.
I secretly kind of love Waffle House, IHOP, Cracker Barrel, and the like. These types of breakfast joints are guilty pleasures that I thankfully only indulge on rare occasions, in moments of crippling weakness. So I'm thankful for Stax Cafe, which is as close as a restaurant can get to IHOP without throwing integrity out the door.
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