Monday, February 3, 2014

Blog Reader Appreciation Part 16:
Kanela Breakfast Club

We got another seven inches of snow in Chicago this weekend.  I don't know what I did to upset whoever is in charge of dishing out karma, but whatever I did must have been bad because word got to Mother Nature and she's punishing me mercilessly.

Besides being a cold, wet, inconvenient, leather-boot-staining, hair-ruining, splash-on-my-work-pants menace, this recent storm forced me to do my long run on the treadmill.  Specifically, a 15 mile run on the treadmill.  That's a little under two hours on the "dreadmill," as one might call it.

Did you know that the treadmill automatically shuts off after an hour?  As if it thinks to itself, "There's no way any fool would still actually be running by now so we're done here."  It's a soul-sucking phenomenon, re-starting the treadmill after an hour.  I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy.

But I guess I did this to myself.  The naive Nicole of my past thought that running in the Boston Marathon would be awesome.  An opportunity that could not be missed.

And now I'm paying the price.

So this one is for everyone out there who has ever regretted a decision they've made.  I hope none of you have had to suffer double digit runs on a hamster wheel of death as a result.


So no matter what poor decisions you've made it your past, relax: I've got something here for you.

Don't worry; you're not the only one who doesn't live a "pinnable" life.

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On the bright side, it probably wasn't as bad as these kids'.

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You never know, it might just come in handy in real life.

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The problem here is that you're looking at the situation the wrong way.  Instead think: banana, banana EVERYTHING!


#1.  Grilled Peanut Butter Honey Banana Waffle Sandwiches Mom on Timeout
#2.  Banana Cream Pie Muddy Buddies via I Wash... You Dry
#3.  Five Starr Banana Cookies via Pots Pans & Parkers


Well... duh.  You should have been listening to Doge.

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I thought it was a big mistake too.  But after another look, I realized that they are having some winter woes of their own.

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Well, actually I can't help you here because I wouldn't know what that's like.  Come hell or high water, or seven inches of snow, we're going to brunch.

Brunch is always an exciting affair for me but this weekend's mid-morning meal was extra special for two reasons.  The first was that Derrick took initiative for the first time in any of our brunching endeavors and suggested a place that he found.  It was a big step.

The second was that we had some company other than Mary (Bloody, that is).  My friend Ray and her boyfriend, Ian, turned our party of two into a party of four.


But you don't want to hear about us so back to what's really important: the food.

Derrick found Kanela on Yelp and said that the French toast was taunting him.  And I don't doubt it; just look how belligerent it looks sitting there next to that walnut streusel, all high and mighty.  I wouldn't have been able to back down from that little bully either.


So that's how we ended up at the corner of Belmont and Clark, at the lovely Kanela Breakfast Club.


Derrick knows my priorities when we brunch, so he made sure that Bloody Marys were on the menu.  And indeed they were.


I was going to whip out the celery scale for this beauty but as Derrick pointed out, I can't go around giving 4 or 5 stalks to every Mary I meet.  So I'll just keep this review casual: Bloody was bomb.  It definitely ranks among the top 5 Bloody Mary mixes I've had in Chicago.

The garnishes weren't particularly inspiring but they did the basics well and sometimes that's all you need.

The food was a different story.  It was not your typical "color in the lines, fried egg sandwich" menu.  Ian ordered the duck confit hash (sunny side eggs, charred scallions, and orange truffle vinaigrette).  In other words, this was no Denny's.

Ray got the eggs benedict but of course, it wasn't just a jazzed up Egg McMuffin.  Besides the poached eggs and hollandaise, it also had a bit of roasted pork belly, brussels sprouts, and dried cranberries.  From a place that offers anything "confit" though, would you expect anything less?


Derrick got the French toast and also a plate of monkey bread.


It was a sweet little thing, shrouded in powder sugar.  And it was only $4.00 (although Derrick said that I ate a dollar's worth of it).

I don't mess with all that sugar though (doesn't sit well with a Bloody), so I got the "lorraine scramble" (scrambled eggs with peppered bacon, gruyère cheese, and caramelized onions).


It was as good as it looked.  The potatoes were the unsung hero of the meal though; they look so unassuming next to the eggs and their fancy add-in's but they were as perfect as potatoes get.  If I could, I might just have three orders of them if we ever come back.

And coming back is certainly a possibility because, well...


Happy Monday!
Hope yours is better than Peyton's.



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1 comment:

  1. If I had permission to choose our brunch spot, maybe I would do it more often.

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