Feast

I arrived to Easter brunch in a bit of a sweat. You see, I had power walked to Feast and dodging all the Chicagoans in their church finery had tuckered this girl out.

Speaking of tuckered out, the other day I did this yoga video on Netflix, and when the instructor suggested that I go from a high push up position into a low push up position and then into downward dog, I snorted out loud, alone, in the middle of my apartment, "You've got to be kidding me." I mean, I've never done a real push up in my life.

And speaking of Easter and church, I couldn't help thinking that half the value of this Sunday morning affair came from the excuse to bring the whole family together, all generations, get the men to groom themselves properly, and the little girls in their buckled patent leather shoes. Everyone is here, in one place, having taken the time to look nice and be with loved ones.

Okay, so back to brunch, I went and got the Eggs Benedict Trio, which was great because I got to try the one with smoked salmon and caviar, and the salty, briny eggs made all the difference. I can't think of when I've had the dish with the inclusion of caviar. One thinks it must have happened, but in any case, this dish was a small joy, and I was careful to ration my pearls from the sea, so that they could accompany every bite.

Yes. The three eggs benedict came with this whole bowl of potatoes. I do not expend energy in the day to require the caloric fuel contained in this brunch. Not that that has ever stopped me before of course.

Feast, 25 E. Delaware Place, Chicago, IL