Yolk: Eggcellent! (Chicago, IL)

I have once again totally nailed the title. This one just came to me. I absolutely did not steal it from an Easter card I received as a child. Don’t bother looking it up, I assure you I am the first person to make this connection. If anyone ever needs help coming up with amazing titles for something let me know. The trick is, as I see it, is to think of words that are related to the food, and then say those words. Secrets revealed in this post! I must admit, others share this tremendous gift. Whoever named the breakfast joint “Yolk” in Chicago clearly has the touch. See? Breakfast frequently features eggs.

Apparently there are a few “Yolk’s” in the Chicago area. I don’t know which one I was at, I think maybe the “north-west” one. Is that a Chicago area? I’ve only been to Chicago once, unless you count airport connections, then it’s literally double that! Which ever one I was in, it was great. The design is like a diner that has been updated to the current century. Unlike most diners, this place was clean. The whole operation was run like a Bob Evans, except without the fake down home country bullshit. There is a front counter with a register and take out area. The register also had t-shirts and crap with the Yolk name on it. When we sat down we were greeted by an extremely chipper waitress that kept bobbing her head with every word she said. It was early in the morning, so I though , ” this is going to get irritating, bitch better bring me coffee and keep it coming.” ( I should note, when I talk to myself, I am an extremely tough badass). I got a little scared because when we’re given the menu, it appeared to feature hundreds of items. This is usually bad, like telling the customer that none of the dished are good, but at least there’s a lot of them. Luckily, at least in the dishes I tried, they were great.

I went for a breakfast sampler. A bowl of fresh fruit yogurt with a muffin. The muffin was moist and delicious. It was clearly made minutes before. The fruit was definitely fresh cut with none of that flash frozen taste you get frequently when you get a fruit bowl. Next I had to get an omelette, the place was called yolk after all. There were about thirty omelette choices. I got some “southwest something” one. It had guacamole and a diced pepper/ onion mix tossed into the egg. The omelette was perfectly cooked. Delightful. This omelette cooking was no doubt a result of the cook making hundreds of them a day. An awesome breakfast, and a perfect way to start a day of Chicago wandering. All that, and the waitress did in fact keep the coffee coming.