The Southern: A Conversation Over Brunch

After a long sleepless night, the FSC eats at the Southern for Brunch. Animesh, Jschus and KidItamae regroup to discuss the meal.

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KidItamae: This is the first time [that I remember, not counting that time I was sleep eating] that I’ve gone out to brunch after a sleepless night at the hospital. So, the memory of the food is a bit hazy, a bit like a vivid dream [after which you wake up full]. I wonder if my stupor enhanced or inhibited my experience? Anyhow, let’s talk about the restaurant, and maybe you can help fill the blanks to my memory.

Restaurant Décor:

Animesh: The interior was made from roughly-hewn wood and stone, all in rectilinear arrangements, as though we were meeting in a rough draft for Fallingwater.

KidItamae: It is rustic and filled with a warm distressed wood. The décor seems like such a departure from the Miami-chic of Chaise Lounge, which seemed like a unique concept in the cold of Chicago. But I suppose this may suit our city better. But it also seems like with all the gastropubs and restaurants serving upscale comfort food have a similar look.

Jschus: I am always a big fan of being able to eat and have my feet dangle off the chair and not touch the floor. And I liked the wood. The bar was nice, modern, and with clean lines.

Drinks:

KidItamae: I didn’t order a drink, but I think it’s fabulous that Jschus ordered a ‘Dirty Peach’. I feel a nickname coming.

Animesh: My Old Fashioned came and it was bitter with cheap grenadine. I took it as warning.

Jschus: I ordered the ‘Dirty Peach’ in hopes that my high school nickname would recur. It was sweet and ok.