Catholicism is alive and well at Holy Trinity Church. The church was built in 1905 to relieve overcrowding at St. Stanislaus Kostka just down the street. Though it appears to be somewhat of a destination church, hundreds of devoted parishioners were in attendance. In fact, it was the largest crowd we have witnessed so far attending a Sunday mass. My grandparents would have understood every word of the Homily today and sadly, because the mass was said in Polish, the only word I recognized was “Amen”. It did allow me to contemplate how my grandparents felt as immigrants in our country. Both learned to speak fluent English, though they preferred to converse in Polish. Hearing the language spoken again this morning brought back many fond memories of them. The church itself has been totally refurbished. It is elaborately decorated and the mural paintings overhead are magnificent. I am hoping to go back someday for a tour of the catacombs beneath the church. Afterwards, we enjoyed a fabulous breakfast at The Bongo Room in Wicker Park. Upon the advice of our hostess, I order the BLT Eggs Benedict. Best in the City, hands down.