YOLK.

But what kind of brunch lover would I be if I didn’t have brunch in Chicago right before I stuff my face at their food festival? I was certainly a fatty for doing this but who’s judging? So, after going on yelp a million times for no reason, I took a suggestion from a friend (Hi Breezy) and went to Chicago’s #1 brunch spot, YOLK. There are three of these in Chicago and there really needs to just be one in my life, preferably across the street from where I live because this place is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!

I love modern looking brunch spots. This place is cute! I was a little salty that I couldn’t sit in a booth but after I got my food, there was no more complaining. The place is BYOB, and I wish I would have remembered to order mimosas, because mimosas with your brunch are LIFE, but the iced lemonade I had done me good. I’m not mad.

So lets get onto this menu shall we?

If you didn’t notice….the place is called YOLK, as in all eggs everything. Literally, the whole menu is like eggs this and eggs that but don’t be discouraged if you aren’t an egg type of person, there are other options. Now in my own defense and my girlfriend’s who came on the trip too, if you see something you like, get it, if you see two things you like, share it! Hmm, that may be a new motto for food.

Any who, we did just that. I ordered the strawberry & chocolate pancakes and she had a Tuscan frittata, THEN we SHARED (<— keyword) RED VELVET FRENCH TOAST. YES, I SAID IT. And yes, it deserved to be in caps. Where in life can you enjoy that?!!! I need a second; I’m overwhelming myself over here.

Okay, back to the food…

So my pancakes, if you keep up with this blog, you know that me and pancakes aren’t really BFFs. As I write this and try to remember my meal, my mouth waters.

The pancakes were so soft with chocolate chips in them and a chocolate drizzle on top, including a million and one of the best strawberries ever served. Not to mention the whip cream included and maple syrup. I was thinking the whole time, how am I going to finish this AND eat my french toast. I wanted to cry tears of joy. Seriously, it was awesome. This place is great.

Now the tuscan frittata… guess who’s not a omelette girl? This girl. *points finger to self*

And supposedly the dishes are very similar so I was a bit skeptical to try it but the look on my friends face when she tried this was everything! I had to try it so I can tell you guys about it. *adjusts halo*

I remember it having potatoes, sun-dried tomatoes and chicken in it and other stuff I can’t remember. What I do remember, is that this was very well seasoned. It was savory and fresh with a hint of spice that didn’t over power everything and it still had me thinking, “HOW am I going to finish this?!?!” Who knew a frittata would be so good?!

Red. Velvet. Dreams. Man. This is really the stuff you dream about. My friend says she could taste the toast more than the red velvet. I can’t really put my finger on it because I just taste the deliciousness; I zoned out and forgot what the original flavors were. I know it was good! Powdered sugar, maple syrup, whipped cream, and strawberries… CAN’T GO WRONG!

This meal was IT for me. I didn’t even finish it, I had to save room for the taste of Chicago BUT it was exquisite. I can’t wait to return to Chicago, just to go here again. So, if you’re in the area at any point in your life, go to YOLK. It does not disappoint!