Brunch at Beatnik
I first heard about Beatnik last summer and quickly realized it was the new "it" spot for brunch and drinks in Chicago. It opened sometime in July or August and by the time of my birthday in September I was only dropping massive hints to Tim about taking me for brunch every other day or so. We finally visited at the end of September and I had to spend my entire meal picking my jaw up off the ground because a more perfect restaurant really could not exist.
We went again this morning with my friend Carolina because our tanks felt like they were running a little low on some good old-fashioned glamour...
Beatnik describes itself as being influenced by the "bohemian lifestyle and aesthetic sensibility of the 1950s in America and Europe" (hence its name) and is a Mecca of luxury, texture, greenery, jazz, and jewel-toned opulence. You'll hear Reggae music one minute and the Bossa Nova the next. You may sit in a sun-drenched room amid towering plants and waxy candles, or you may be huddled into a dim corner with piles upon piles of Moroccan pillows and dim, brassy chandeliers. The furniture and rugs are from Bali, Egypt, and France and all the dishes are plated on mismatched antique china. You can order chai cinnamon rolls in tiny cast iron skillets or pork fried rice in a large earthen pot.
I love Beatnik because it feels like a slice of oasis in the middle of an urban jungle. If you're ever in Chicago on the weekend, drop by for cocktails and brunch. You honestly won't regret it.