A block from Oprah’s TV studios in downtown Chicago - and deep in the heart of Obama country - is Wishbone, a Southern restaurant with one of the most serious breakfast menus in town. Before taking the train to Wrigley, we stopped in for some heart-stopping Cajun fare.
It’s a sad tragedy that the Caesar hasn’t crossed the border and made its way south into the States. We ordered a round of Bloody Mary’s but they just aren’t the same; the tomato juice is so thick it’s practically gazpacho. I only got halfway through mine before switching over to gin and lemonade.
“Light” certainly isn’t what Wishbone does, but believe me, it’s tasty. I had a crab cake and a crawfish cake, paired with cheesy grits, a buttermilk biscuit and two poached eggs.
The cakes were delicious, perfectly crispy and savoury. The redder crawfish cake was the winner, being slightly richer and full of nice big lumps of meat.
The meal landed on my gut like a bag of bricks; I don’t think I even touched the eggs. It was a flavour sensation but probably could have been shared between three people. This is probably where Oprah goes when she’s having one of her bad weeks…
Speaking of heavy, this is the jambalaya omelette that a friend ordered. There’s like half a chicken in this thing. Not for the faint of heart.
