Day 3: Prairie Grass Cafe

It is a rainy Sunday, the kind of day where all you want to do is shuffle around in your bunny slippers and eat soup, but we're having an open house from 1 to 3 p.m. (trying to sell the condo; long, boring story) so out we go! The Husband and I decide to take the kids to brunch at Prairie Grass Cafe in Northbrook because, basically, it's far enough away to give Finn a tiny nap before eating.

The orders and the comments:
-- Kids' combo plate ($4): bruleed banana, thinly sliced apple, two kinds of cheese, and carrot sticks. Great idea in a clever partitioned plate.
-- Chicken cutlet with fries ($6). Greasy, brined, pounded cutlet with really bad food-service french fries.
-- Mac and cheese ($5). Al dente noodles (bad!) and a nearly tasteless cheese sauce. Boring presentation, too -- just dumped into a shallow bowl. Disappointing.
-- Supreme Bloody Mary ($10). "Topped with a Jumbo Shrimp and Blue Cheese Olives." Sounds like it's going to be amazing. But then it's not really a Bloody Mary, just boozy tomato juice.
-- Ancho Marinated Skirt Steak with white beans and rainbow chard ($20). It is now confirmed that I do not like "ancho," whatever that is (smoked, dried chilies, right?). It tastes like dirt. The white beans and rainbow chard part of this dish was once transcendently amazing and flavorful; today, it was a thin, weird soup that swamped the bottom of the plate. Sad face.
-- "Our Signature PGC Benedict": Two poached eggs over sauteed spinach, Nueske's bacon, and roasted tomato Hollandaise ($10.50). The high point of the meal! Eggs were well poached, the sauce tomatoey and tangy, the sauteed spinach fresh and full of chopped onions, the bacon were salty nuggets that seasoned the dish from the inside out.

We say: YUCKY. Except for the Eggs Benedict, which Isabella declared "delicious!"