Well, the Toronto brunch scene is generally sub-par, and this hoppin' joint (an outpost of a Montreal hotspot) is no exception. All the chumps in the downtown core who have the misfortune of living in poorly-constructed condos and have apparently not taken the moral of the story of Fight Club to heart line up to eat overpriced crepes. Fortunately they have their Ikea couches to return to upon ingesting the immense amount of fat-laden food that they have eaten. Hey, at least it comes with fruit. All over your bacon. That's what she said.