CK's husband had a golf game Sunday morning, so that left us girls to enjoy our day unencumbered. (Sorry, AG. It's more fun when it's just us girls.)
The plan was to hit up A Taste of Heaven for breakfast and then Edzo's for lunch. But of course, we took our sweet time, got caught up in TV-land, and ended up arriving at A Taste of Heaven more around brunch time:
It was packed inside. Instead of waiting, we opted to brave the chill and sit outside.
Instead of ordering a light breakfast, as we should have done, we went all-out brunch.
We got the corned beef hash ($11.75):
The corned beef came with bell peppers, red onions, seasoned hash browns, and two eggs however you want. CK asked for ours to be basted. The beef came in huge chunks and while it seemed rather simple, it was delicious. Especially with the horseradish sauce on the side.
A Taste of Heaven was on the food itinerary for the day because of one thing: their biscuits. CK said that when she's in the area, she'll drop by just to buy some biscuits to go. But on weekends, the silverland ($11.45) is so popular that A Taste of Heaven won't permit biscuit to go orders:
What is the silverland, you ask? I can tell you, but it won't be the same as having it yourself. The silverland is basically two cornmeal biscuits topped with sausage gravy and two scrambled eggs. Doesn't sound too crazy...but it is. Those fluffy eggs. That gravy (which strangely enough reminded us of tikka masala). And those BISCUITS.
Ohmygawd, those biscuits. Crackly on the outside and soft, soft, soft on the inside. Slightly sweet thanks to the cornmeal and so amazing I wanted to buy a dozen to take home. To California.
Compared to the silverland, the grilled cheese omelette ($10.75) was just aight:
Mozzarella, cheddar, feta, grilled brioche...yea, yea, yea. Back to the biscuits.
If you live in Chicago and you haven't had the biscuits from A Taste of Heaven yet, shame on you. That's right. I, whose entire blog is called "No Shame", just said shame on you.
Get your butt to A Taste of Heaven right now.
At the end of our meal, CK smoothly stole the bill. Not. It was almost painful watching her watch for our server, then assaulting him only to discover he was carrying the bill for another table, and finally awkwardly excusing herself to "use the restroom."
My sister and I looked at each other and silently agreed just to let CK have it.
When CK came back with the bill all taken care of, we patted her on the back and then gasped when we spotted her to go bag.
CK really wanted us to try A Taste of Heaven's signature cake, Jeanine's cake:
We didn't actually get to dig into it until the next night at Queen G's house. But after almost two days in the fridge, it made quite an impression. Very moist cake with very light frosting and tangy berry filling. I would love it have it again fresh.
Anyway, long story short, we didn't make it to Edzo's for lunch. There was simply no stomach space left.
A Taste of Heaven
5401 N Clark St
Chicago, IL 60640