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| - I just live around the corner from The Only and I always hear good things about their brunch. Sometimes, on a warm summer evening, you can hear soft jazz sounds emanating from their double storefront on the Danforth and you are reminded of why you love living in this 'hood.
While this part of the Danforth (you know, the part that is but one subway station East of the "good" part of the Danforth, where us average Joes can still afford housing) tries to tidy up a bit by bringing in a French Bakery, a few gift shops and the soon to be speciality burger place in the old Patris Restaurant space, a few things will remain constant: There will apparently always be decrepit, falling down rent-by-the-week apartments at Donlands & Danforth, a 7-11 with tacquitos (3 for $5) calling your name like whispers on the wind and a withdrawal management centre. Thus, there will always be a home for a dive bar or two here and that's a-OK by me.
I also run past The Only a few times a week, early in the morning. It never seems to be closed. What I like most is that they don't try to hide the fact that they're a dive bar, they just dive it up. Crazy tapestry couches that you can literally sink into and lose your ass momentarily, live music, scones and a massive beer selection for such a tiny place.
This place is like the poor man's Peach Pit. It's a hang out for the eccentric Eastenders. It's quiet, the patrons aren't judgemental and should the urge to eat or drink strike you, they can help. Nothing is crazily fancy, but everything is satisfying and inexpensive.
Although the menu is not extensive, it's solid. Lots of fresh offerings, most things come with a little bit of salad, they have a delicious brunch waffle with fresh fruits and whipped cream and lots of coffeehouse style confections.
Definitely worth a try.
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