Monday, February 10, 2014

Blog Reader Appreciation Part 17:
The Bongo Room

If you had asked me last week, I would have told you that there is nothing so hopelessly soul-sucking as running for almost two hours on a treadmill.  But after last Saturday, I don't know what's worse: two hours on the hamster wheel of doom or running for almost two hours into a zero degree Chicago wind as a steady flow of snowflakes drops infuriatingly into your windburned eyes.

It's that moment when you realize the breath on your face-mask has frozen solid that you yearn for the memory of watching the same five CNN stories on repeat from the comfort of a heated gym.

I honestly don't know which one is worse but I do know one thing: Chicago is turning marathon training into a game of Chicken... and right now, it's winning.

So this one is for the people out there who feel like me, the ones who feel like they're playing a game that just can't be won.  I raise my snow-soaked Nike running gloves to salute you.


So no matter the game you're hopelessly trying to win, don't worry: I've got something here for you.

Tip: Don't drink the water.

Photographic Proof That Sochi Is A Godforsaken Hellscape Right Now

It's not as easy as it once was.  You're going to have to step up your game and get a little creative.

Creative Dad Takes Crazy Photos Of Daughters

This is one battle that you can win.


#1. Valentine’s Day Heart Cupcakes via Amanda's Cookin'
#2. The Best Heart Shapes Donuts You'll Ever Have via Sugar and Cloth
#3. Homemade OREOS with Strawberry Cream Cheese Filling via Eat Cake for Dinner

Sorry, that's already been done.

6 Incredibly Bizarre Google Searches, Illustrated

Again, I think someone's already got you beat.

This Guy Has An Ingenious Solution For Avoiding Boredom On The Train

But after reading this, you're well on your way to second place.

The 33 Most Genius Life Hacks Ever. I Can’t Believe I Never Thought Of These...

Nope.

The 21 Stages Of Having Your Life Completely Ruined By Flappy Bird

Well, I can tell you one thing: don't follow The Bongo Room's lead.

Don't get me wrong; The Bongo Room wasn't terrible.  Not by a long shot, actually.  Really, the whole experience was just sort of...


I can't put my finger on what made it so unremarkable.  Maybe I was already worn out from the 30 minute bus ride (we hardly ever work so hard for our brunches), and it left me indifferent and, well, meh.


The weird thing is that I've had a serious case of the "meh's" before, but usually a good Bloody and a solid brunch menu can shape me right back up.  And I did try.  Really, I gave it a shot.


I even ordered off of their special "Sinful"  brunch menu.  I ordered the Sweet Potato and Black Bean Burrito: a spinach tortilla stuffed with sweet potato and black bean puree, guacamole, and scrambled eggs.  It was also supposed to come with cheese on top, but I opted out.

I felt like I was cheesy enough without any help.  (Wah-wah.)


But although I tried my best to tell myself that I was eating an exquisitely sinful stroke of culinary excellence, it tasted exactly how you'd think it would taste: like mashed sweet potatoes, black beans, avocado, and eggs in a wrap.  Not bad, but nothing to get excited about.

Maybe it was my own fault; maybe that slice of (what looked like) Sargento jack cheese was the hidden gem of the dish.  I guess I will never know.

Regardless, I was not impressed.  Derrick, on the other hand, had a ball with his order: a three egg omelette with mushrooms, bacon, and cheddar cheese.


He said that  it tasted a lot like Denny's, which is great compliment coming from him.  (He holds Denny's in very high esteem.)

Overall, The Bongo Room was a very strange experience for me: nobody forgot my bacon or put Wasabi in my Bloody Mary (serious brunching offenses that I have witnessed first-hand), yet I just wasn't feeling it.  I didn't even finish my burrito which is a statement in itself, coming from Ms. Brunch-a-lot McMary.

Maybe I'm becoming a food snob.  And how devastating that would be, because God knows we can't afford food snobbery.  What's more, Derrick is not the type of guy who gets excited about pork confit Benedict.  He's very much a standard eggs and potatoes brunch go-er.

Unfortunately for him, there are not enough meh's in the world that could drive me to Denny's.

Monday.  Kick its butt!



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