Stopped for breakfast with The Wife (the Queen of Breakfast) on Sunday Morning.
What a circus.
A nod from the white cook, the saucy young waitress, the banter at the takeout counter, the old men hanging around the front...
I had the eggs, rice with brown gravy and corned beef (also with gravy). The gravy, commercial and not too good but on the rice... it was nice. The gravy on the corned beef brought back a memory, I can't pin it down, maybe chipped beef on toast? An unasked for cup of gravy on the side.
The Wife had bacon (a large pile, perhaps 5 or 6 slices) and the grits (there some eggs in there). Big helping of grits with the signature slices of butter on top...
Too much food! Unless you eat big once in a while...
Everything was well prepared, the coffee a tad weak, served in inserts in old plastic holders. The toast nicely browned, pre-buttered, with more butter on the side (should of had the rye toast).
A popular carryout item was scrambled eggs with chunks of cheese folded in. Godda give it a try on my return.
While we were eating, perhaps Mr. Moon himself was standing supervising, a teen girl (his daughter?) stopped in and asked for a few dollars and use of his cell phone, she was greeted warmly by the eight or so employees working behind the counter.
There is some wonderful Chicago character here along with some very good food.