It’s November 12, 2017 & I woke up wanting to go to breakfast. Sunday’s are slowly becoming one of my favorite days as there isn’t much expectation to do anything, but what you want to do. Well plans seemed to be changing as my husband woke up with allergies taking over his life. Unable to get out of bed…. (🙄) I decided I’d embark on my first ever city brunch experience….alone!
Determined to try “The Bongo Room” I am going to put the whole stigma that “eating alone is weird to rest.” Before walking into the restaurant the sign on the door by the handle reads “You are beautiful” perfect I am totally going to dig this place, I say to myself. Clusters of ladies & couples all crowding the check in area, I ask “how long of a wait for table of one please?” She responds about 30-40 mins” determined, I chose to stick it out. No way was I going to walk here in the cold, upset that my husband wouldn’t come with, to walk away defeated.
From one of my all time favorite movies “How To Be Single” I’m learning I need to stop not doing things I want to do because my husband is unable to attend them. Throughout much of our marriage I have had to learn to do and attend things alone because of his very heavy work schedule. So let’s add in Sunday Bruch, because I’m hungry & this has been on my bucket list of items to try.
As I’m currently sitting on the bench waiting to be seated because like I said, no wait was going to hold back this city girl from trying the white chocolate Carmel pretzel pancakes, this girl next to me decides looking down and reading what’s on my cell phone is polite. (I’m currently blogging this post as I sit here waiting) to which I almost ask her “would you mind proof reading since you have blatantly started reading my post?” 🤷🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️ …… Finally, my name has been called and I stand proudly as I walk alone, even with all the head follows and stares from the girls sitting next to me on the waiting bench. 🙋🏻♀️
As I sit at my table, the extra seat now taken by my “burse” (remember purse-backpack) & leopard ear muffs. Because let’s be real, it’s November in Chicago & it’s colder than a witches tit outside…as my dad use to say. 😂🤦🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️ The room is filled with about 90% of woman who all seem to be brunching with their girlfriends. Quite the Sex & The City scene… which I am totally loving by the way. While there are a few stares by some, others haven’t even noticed, or simply aren’t bewildered by the fact I’m sitting here alone. I sit here quite content & very happy as I people watch out the window of all the bystanders passing in their GreenBay Packer & Bears attire for the game today. Life is good I think to myself.
My waiter comes and I put in an order for the much anticipated White Chocolate and Carmel Pretzel Pancakes. I stick to just water vs the usual chocolate milk I’d ask for because this meal already seems it’s going to be quite heavy. Balance Meg, balance.
Ahhhhh…. it’s here, and I couldn’t be any happier!
If you ask me personally… this is where dreams come true….eating a breakfast like this. It’s a must try the next time you visit the South Loop here in Chicago. There were actual bites of pretzels mixed inside my pancakes. It was define and there’s no way of truly describing this besides you must go and see for yourself!
All in all, a day that started off upsetting, has taught me I need to start doing this more often. Stop waiting for someone to do it with me, & that doing it alone is so much better sometimes. While I am quite independent, I typically enjoy going out to eat with someone vs myself because it’s one of my favorite things to do. I’m quite the foodie, & enjoy the whole dinning experience. Food also puts me in a fabulous mood & I enjoy a good conversation. So good food, & talk, totally up my alley. But breakfast alone may now be my new favorite thing because it’s teaching me to enjoy the relationship with myself. So if you haven’t yet, go to breakfast alone. Bring a book, a magazine, check out blog posts while at the table. It’s simply liberating.
Sincerely the girl who felt like Holly from Breakfast At Tiffany’s today,