Second visit in a few months. You’re unlikely to just wander by here, Huntley is kind of out of the way from everything.
I love “country breakfasts” in the Upper Midwest. My definition of that phrase is – from a rural mom and pop type establishment that serves ample quantities of good food, for low prices. Especially those places with ‘farm-fresh’ eggs, bright yellow yolks, instead of the pale yolks one experiences from the giant egg farms. There’s a place in Illinois that is so proud of its eggs, they give you a dozen on the way out the door, free with every meal.
Huntley used to be a very rural town in Northern Illinois, rolling horse pastures, bucolic countryside, small businesses. It’s on its way to becoming a suburb of Chicago, even tho it would be at least a 90 minute drive into the city under the best of conditions.
Illinois 47 is a major north-south artery that runs through the heart of Huntley, and on the way out of town towards the north sits Papa G’s, a typical country diner.
Many diners in the Chicago area seemed to be owned by Greeks, and Papa G’s, though I don’t know for sure, would seem to fit that description as well, as they have numerous Greek specialties on the menu.
While the restaurant does a brisk business for weekend breakfast, with every table full, if there’s a wait, it’s only a matter of minutes usually. Compare this to Portland, Oregon, where going to brunch is a “thing” and at some places you can expect a two hour wait. And people do it.
This morning, at Papa G’s, I went with the egg breakfast with ham. Three eggs on a plate are standard here, and the massive ham steak was touted as “off the bone.” Hashbrowns and in-house baked breads for toast were included. They bake a variety of breads, and cut it thick for toast. It’s great. I love ham in any form or fashion, and this is a nice piece. It’s slightly sweet, just FYI.
I suspect it won’t be my last visit. Maybe next time I can meet Papa.