As in any major metropolitan area, one has a multitude of breakfast choices in Chicago and its environs. An awful lot of the eateries are owned, or were started by Greeks, so it’s not unusual to see a co-mingling of Greek and American cuisines, regardless of the time of day. To wit: “scrambled eggs with gyro meat.” I’ve been to my fare share.
I hadn’t tried the Olympic, and locals talk about it, so off I went, and it was Sunday morning, and it was either suffer in silence a lengthy wait for a table or booth, or be seated immediately at the counter, which I don’t mind, there are always interesting things to observe.
Chicken Fried Steak was on special, and I’ve reviewed the dish in a lot of different locations, so I plunged in here, adding two over easy, rye toast, and crispy hash browns. I don’t know why I bother getting potatoes, I never eat them. But since they are included in most breakfast plates, they might as well put them in front of me for presentation sake.
At the Olympic, an ample amount of sausage gravy (quite peppery) covered the “steak,” which tasted like any mass production CFS anywhere. Eggs and taters were done to order, toast could have used more butter. Yes, I could have asked.
Service was quick and thorough. Two breakfasts, two coffees, $21 plus gratuity.
Will I go back? Probably.
Cafe Olympic Review