I'm pretty sure Wagamama is Japanese for selfish. So we come here for breakfast; they have tiny little chocolate croissants that when they are fresh from the oven or when they reheat them are amazing, kind of like the Choco-Cro you get from St Marc's Cafe in Tokyo. They are Japanese-style (in my mind) so that means a little sweeter and a little smaller than their Parisian brethren. But they are sometimes lazy and won't reheat them unless you ask. They also have a nice little custard danish thing that is all kinds of flaky and sweet-but-not-too-sweet.
Annoyingly, they don't let you eat their sandwiches until about noon, so you are stuck with all sweet and no savoury if you try to make this a brunch stop. The sandwiches are on this very nice, light bread, but Steven Davey already talked them up too much on Now so no more of that. They also have a pile of Men's Nono and Can-Cam magazines from two or three years ago on this bookshelf by the window, so if you want to know what was cool in Japan a few years ago, and thus what will be cool in Toronto a few years from now, you have come to the right place.