The mimosas here are made with blood-orange puree (fancy!), and the food goes far beyond bacon and eggs. Toast comes slathered in strawberry jam and foie-gras mousse, for example, while blue-crab cakes top the eggs Benedict.
As for the setting? The Wicker Park spot has all the trappings of a Chicago-style bar (exposed brick walls and low-slung tables — check and check). But the “monarch” theme adds a bit of princely panache, with candles dripping in silver sticks and a menu that looks handwritten by a royal scribe. In the last days of summer, grab a seat on the quaint patio, wrapped in mint-green walls and blossoming with fresh herbs.
The Monarch, 1745 West North Avenue (at North Wood Street); 773-252-6053.