Six new breakfast spots | Restaurant reviews

Nobody wants to spend money on dinner anymore, and you know what? I don’t blame them. After spending the morning in a well-lit room, nibbling on kuchen (soft cake surrounding ripe slices of peach), or digging into tender carrot-whole-wheat pancakes with whipped cream cheese, or drinking tall glasses of cool, ginger-spiked melon juice—who wants to eat a big dinner after that? And pay a hundred dollars for it? Nobody, that’s who. Wake up, Chicago.

No, really, wake up—get out of bed earlier, spend less time primping (your hair looks great) and get to a breakfast restaurant, half a dozen of which have opened in the past couple of months. Collectively, these openings have done something surprising: They have switched the main meal of the day. And it’s about nine hours earlier than you’re used to.

The sacrifice of such a move is negligible. There is no sacrifice when eating those carrot pancakes. You will not dig in to them and think, God, I wish I were eating a steak right now. For one thing, it’s impossible to think about anything else when eating a stack of something so uncommonly delicious. For another, steak is on plenty of breakfast menus, so just calm down.