Chicago is a brunch town, a breakfast paradise, a pancakers' paradise. But the brunch scene on the North Side of Chicago is no longer habitable, no longer sustainable, not fit for relaxation, or holding a cup of coffee safely without getting waylaid. During winter months, when these vestibules/cattle pens/stroller garages fill up tight, and waits for a table stretch past an hour, you curse your go-to place and dream of the new.