- Aimee Levitt
- A sign of things to come in Rogers Park?
One sign that a neighborhood is truly gentrified and done for is the presence of a restaurant that serves brunch. (Another is a store that sells handwoven tablecloths and clocks made from old books. And also a dog groomer.) Brunch is for people who would rather go out and pay $15 for something they could just as well assemble at home by scrounging through their refrigerators and pantries without having to bother with getting out of their pajamas. It’s an essentially useless meal, for people who have the money to pay for it and the time to wait in line.
- Aimee Levitt
- The scone at the Peckish Pig, still warm, served with butter, jam, and clotted cream.
But it’s a particularly comforting place to go on a weekend morning, where you can settle into a deep plush armchair with a cup of coffee and a crumbly scone with sweet clotted cream or a bag of light, pillowy doughnuts still warm from the fryer and rolled in cinnamon sugar. The main dishes are good, too, particularly the kedgeree, rice mixed with flaked fish and peas and just enough curry to be surprising but not jarring, and the potato cakes, latkes’ less-heavy English cousin.
