This week I am on a mission to hunt down and consume as many different Chicago chef inspired scotch eggs. In order to do this I had to break my golden rule of doing any kind of research before I jumped on the Elevated railway to hunt for food. I was hoping that my google searches would throw up some stops that I had not visited yet for blog purposes, and I was happy that the first ‘hit’ I got was for the Logan Square Blue Line Stop and for JAM.
I know many people do not know what a scotch egg is. In my mind it is basically hand held breakfast. A boiled egg wrapped in sausage meat, rolled in breadcrumbs and either deep fried or baked. As a hangover cure, it pairs well with irn bru or lucozade depending on whether you are north or south of the Scottish border.
I was pretty much the only person in the place as I was in early so I felt a bit self conscious getting my camera out to take pictures, luckily they have a really good website which has much better photography than I can manage. Despite that I felt obliged to photograph their version of the scotch egg. I jokingly noted that “if Masterchef did scotch eggs”, this is what you would get.
This was quite a posh scotch egg, if such a thing exists in the real world. The scotch egg sat on top of a tarragon waffle, surrounded by tangy rhubarb and arugula or rocket for us Europeans. To be fair it worked, I really wanted an egg I could just pick up and scoff, but I had to use a knife and fork to eat this. Cutting into the egg revealed a soft runny interior, the yolk oozed out and melded into the waffle, yes melded not melted, they became one. I did kind of enjoy this, but felt that the spirit of the Scotch egg had been tainted. Very tasty nonetheless.
Although this was a Scotch egg hunt, JAM showed me enough to return and take it at its own merits sometime in the near future.
located at 3057 West Logan Blvd near to the Logan Square Blue Line stop