Sunday brunch was probably the highlight of the weekend though in terms of culinary exploration. Veronica's friends took us to a local cafe called Orange...Orange in name, orange in nature - both in wall colour and the predominance of the juice counter as you enter the restaurant. In fact there is no espresso machine (or website for those trying to find a link) which would normally be at the hub of such as popular brunch location - much to my consternation when I later found out ("What, drip coffee...?!!@^£$").
The place was a tad tired and probably the cheapest restaurant fit out I have ever seen (don't know how the mugs from Ikea withstand the commercial use) and the veneer wall paneling on the temporary looking walls in front of the entrance to the toilets weren't the classiest - but the menu was fun and innovative and worthy of some pictures.
First up - Frushi. Their version of fruit sushi (a la Jill Dupleix 1990). Apparently it's quite a sensation in the neighborhood...
Next up was the Pancake Flight - another thing the restaurant is famous for. "Flights" are big in the US and you see them every where - from wine, to vodka, and now to pancakes. It basically means a tasting of a range of varieties or flavours - wine flights especially are big in bars and restaurants - a great idea and New Zealand restaurants should do more of them. This months' pancake flight was based on Cookies - there was (clockwise from top left) chocolate chip, ginger snap, oatmeal, and I can't remember the fourth. Didn't try but looked fun.
Overall recommendation - try the juices, the oatmeal and be sure to pick up a take out espresso on the way. And don't expect the decor to be too salubrious. And be there early as the queues start on weekends from 9am...and it can be a little too cold to stand around outside - especially in the Windy City in Winter.

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