My family likes to keep our holiday celebrations nontraditional (Christmas in Mexico, 1 a.m. Rock Band jams), but two things are always a given: my sister and I behave inappropriately in church, and proper mealtimes are eradicated in a gluttonous whirl of nonstop eating.
For my parents’ post-holiday visit to Chicago then, a 9 p.m. dinner at Balsan was just about right. Loved it. I’ll say this: go, go late, and order the whole chicken.
As a bonus for those who fear the mystery egg, Balsan’s focus on fresh, local food means you can order frothy egg white cocktails (like The Red Ryder) with abandon.