Holy delicious. My lord. Quasi religious experience. We were trying to have a semi-worky meeting but we needed to repeatedly sit in silence with our eyes half closed thinking about the miracle that is challah french toast with fried chicken... because this is like no french toast I've ever tried, more like giant light piece of challah dipped in donut batter and lightly fried to the consistency of funnel cake and or dreams. Perfect perfect perfect chicken breast. Tiny little bottle of syrup on the plate (who doesn't awww for teeny tiny glassware? people who are dead inside, probably.)
Clean simple comfortable decor in this unobtrusive semi-basement on Monkland. Very sweet and prompt staff, affordable prices that will have me journeying across town to brunch here often.