Yes, the House of Blues is a chain. Yes, the gospel brunch is a gimmick. But where else can I see a real gospel choir while stuffing my face with fried chicken?
Our tickets said 10 a.m. seating but at 10, we had to stand in the folk art-decorated foyer and suffer through an awful comedy/sales pitch act by some guy who called himself Cupcake or Muffin. Whatever. It wasn’t funny.
Thankfully, things got better from there. Seating is reserved so there’s no mad scramble. The lineups for the Southern-style buffet and waffle/omelette stations were orderly and there was no danger of the food running out. Coffee, orange juice and water were already on our cute table for two.
Among the standard scrambed eggs and bacon, there was:
- buttermilk biscuits with country gravy
- Southern fried chicken
- creamed grits
- bread pudding with whiskey sauce
The grits and Southern fried chicken stood out for me, probably because I don’t usually get to eat them.
Of course, there’s always the problem of buffet food going cold too fast once it’s on your plate but what can you do.
But the food is really second to the music. About 45 minutes into our meal, the show began.
The singers were amazing. While this was in essence entertainment to most of us, the choir looked like they were truly enjoying themselves offering their music as worship.
House of Blues, 329 N. Dearborn, Chicago, (312) 923-2000. Gospel brunch $38 – 43 US all inclusive per person.