A proper sit-down breakfast during a work trip is a rare treat for me. Especially when I’m in Chicago, where I’m typically rushing around the Loop or hunkered down in my office.
Nearby Miss Ricky’s in the Virgin Hotel is conveniently located near both, and Alexis agreed to make the drive to downtown to meet me. As usual, she was fashionably late, but there was a wait for tables so I relaxed in the lobby.
The Virgin Hotel is one of the more stylish hotels in the Loop. Its sleek, dark lobby and charming upstairs bar is a frequent haunt for happy hours and business drinks. It’s so eclectically stylish, Miss Ricky’s downstairs almost seems out of place.
Crafted to mimic an old school diner, the restaurant is a railroad setup with booths and tables with mismatched chairs. The open-line kitchen serves up hot food, breakfast and lunch, and the servers are rushing about turning tables as fast as possible. Typical diner.
If it weren’t so shiny and new, it would look like it’s straight out of the ‘50s. Tables are crammed together, dishes are constantly being slid across the kitchen bar to diners, and everything is warm under the glow of silver table lamps and neon lights.
The menu itself is simple and sassy, with breakfast and lunch served all day. Ricky’s also offers a big selection of sundaes and shakes, which is to be expected. Everything is rather greasy, and greens are few and far between. But hey, that’s what you sign up for with a diner.
I ordered the English breakfast (I would never pass one up), hoping Alexis would order the American breakfast. A trans-continental weekday breakfast would just delight me. Alas, she had had her eye on the breakfast sandwich since her morning workout, hold the aioli.
The orange juice was freshly squeezed, and the coffee and waters were constantly refilled. Once Alexis arrived, our orders came up fast, and we dug in.
My English breakfast had all the fixings—black pudding, baked beans, roasted tomato, and toast. But everything was just slightly off. The eggs were extremely overcooked, almost rubbery. The sausage (banger) had a nice film around it. And the toast was already cool.
Hailing from the U.K., I know a good English brekkie when I see it. I didn’t expect Miss Ricky’s to serve up an excellent one, but I also didn’t expect it to be so phoned in. Hopefully the other egg orders weren’t as overcooked.
Alexis’ breakfast sandwich, on the flip side, was filling and satisfyingly cheesy. It was a classic diner breakfast sandwich, something she loved growing up. In her nostalgia, she enjoyed every last bite, even if the bread was a standard white-bread hamburger bun. There wasn’t much more to it.
Our server was speedy throughout our meal, checking in, whisking away our cups and plates the second we were done. Like I said, diners are quick at turning tables. The place is packed every weekday morning, but most especially on weekends.
The check was placed and we were scooted out of there, back to work, back to the grind.
The Bitches say: C. A quick weekday breakfast (or weekend brunch) spot if you’re in the Loop and in a rush.
203 N Wabash Ave, 1st Floor
Chicago, Chicago, IL 60601
Miss Ricky’s serves breakfast every day of the week.