Hello to everyone out there in the blogosphere to another edition of Mastication Monologues! For those first viewing this site, I review restaurants in Chicago/the Chicagoland area/anywhere I’ve traveled. Today will be a short but savory post. Most people say that eating a hearty breakfast is the cornerstone to a productive day, but I’ve found that most people are too busy (or can’t schedule their time properly) in the morning to even grab a bite to eat. However, if you do have more than five minutes to rush out the door, I would like to tell you about a great breakfast restaurant for any type of eater. It is called Blueberry Hill located at 7340 Illinois 83 Darien, IL.
I have been to this establishment many times after hearing my mom rave about the variety of items they offer, and the high quality of said items. I’m pleased to let you know that her claims were not some sort of culinary El Dorado or Utopia. One of the only downsides about this restaurant is that it gets very crowded in the morning on weekends, and it stays open only until three p.m. So bring your appetites and patience when dining here because you might have to battle the hordes for a table. Thankfully, when I most recently ate there, it was crowded per usual, but we managed to get a table in fifteen minutes thanks to their efficient wait staff. As I looked over the menu, I was sucked into their lunch options, but I decided to get a breakfast item since it is their signature meal. Finally I saw something that caught my eye: an avocado, bacon, and tomato omelet. I also chose the complementary side of Greek toast instead of the side of pancakes. A quick aside, for those not from Chicago/Chicagoland, Greek toast is basically thicker slices of toast that have sesame seeds on the crust. Apparently it’s called Texas Toast in other parts of the country according to my friends.
Big portion, even bigger flavor
When it finally came out, I was confronted with an omelet that most likely was made with an ostrich egg in terms of the overall size of it. The first bite was nice and fluffy with tiny pieces of crunchy, but not burnt, smoked hickory bacon and large chunks of creamy avocado. Unfortunately, the tomatoes were not as plentiful as the aforementioned two items, but they were still quite fresh when I stumbled upon them in the yellow fields of the omelet. I kicked it up a notch with a couple soupçons of Louisiana Hot Sauce to give my meal a bit of that south-of-the-border/Mason Dixon line taste. The Greek toast was perfectly toasted with a golden brown hue and a thick coating of sesame seeds on the crust. There were even small slices of fresh cantaloupe and an orange slice on the side to provide some sort of healthy twist to this extremely unhealthy meal. I ate both, but the orange slice had a prodigious amount of seeds in it. So chomp away at your own peril. If there was any part of the meal that really did not impress me was the steaming potatoes that were the side to the omelet. They were essentially chopped potatoes that were steamed and therefore devoid of any real flavor. However, most people would be stuffed after eating that gigantic omelet, so perhaps they don’t put as much effort into improving the potatoes. Either way, I was very satisfied with the meal.
So if you want to give breakfast and your stomach the respect they deserve, roll out of bed and down to Blueberry Hill to find your gastronomic thrill!
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