Claire and Miguel had never been there before but were hoping that nobody else had yet discovered it so that it wouldn’t be too crowded.
Too late, apparently the place was good and the word was already out.
Tom’s breakfast was good, too, but was delivered about five minutes after the rest of us got our meals. The server said that the chef broke the yolks on Tom’s eggs 4 times before finally getting it right. (Well, okay, half-right. One of the egg yolks came out kind of broken anyway). Hopefully with all those tries the chef will soon have mastered sunny-side up eggs as well as eggs benedict.
By good luck Claire and Miguel had a mega-bag of blueberries from Costco in their freezer so I decided to try a blueberry no-almond streusel pie, mixing a half a cup of oatmeal into the topping instead of almonds.
The next morning we all woke up early and Miguel drove Tom and I downtown through the empty Sunday-morning Chicago streets to the Megabus stop,