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| - When I came here for brunch on Sunday morning I was met with a line-up of like-minded diners also looking for grub at this new spot on Queen West. I'm not too keen on waiting for breakfast (you better believe I get cranky) but I left my cell phone number with the hostess and wandered the neighbourhood. In about 25 minutes, I was sitting at the bar eager to get my brunch on.
Like a lot of newer and trendy restaurants in Toronto this place has more wood than a lumberyard. From the dark wood floors, to the ceiling decorated with various sizes of cut 1x2s and the long wood benches you can be sure some trees took a hit in the name of food. Slender light fixtures like black Maglites point straight down over the tables, which suggests an interesting mood come nightfall. On a Sunday afternoon however, the west-facing windows mean a flood of natural light.
Brunch is served from 11-4 on weekends. They have an omelette, eggs benedict, corn beef hash, a burger and the option I couldn't resist: a fried chicken sandwich. It's a whole chicken thigh fried in buttermilk batter and served on a MiniDisc™ sized milk bun with avocado, onion, and coriander. I opted to get it served with Bibb lettuce salad. The salad was great and made with fresh seasonal vegetables. I wasn't blown away by the chicken sandwich though. I was expecting something crispy; instead the chicken was soggy which made the already-difficult task of eating a chicken thigh poking out of a diminutive bun into a sloppy and difficult task. And I would dare say that the meat was *slightly* undercooked on the inside. I'm the type that hates overcooked and dry chicken, so I'm exactly complaining, but pink isn't perfect in my books.
I'd definitely come back to try something else on the menu, or return for evening drinks. Seems like a really cool spot.
Obligatory Title Pun: In GENERAL you can COUNT on it.
Menu Readability: Typewriter typeface on natural paper. Yawn.
Need to mention: The appear to have a very well-designed cocktail menu which is heavy on the bourbon and whiskey. I approve.
What this place teaches me about myself: I shall start measuring the sizes of things with discontinued Sony products.
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