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| - One of my favorite discoveries in my extremely limited knowledge of Toronto. It was totally worth the half-hour bike ride, even if we arrived sweating and puffing, and even if a garbage truck nearly backed over HG's bike.
It's been a while, but here are the things I remember:
Decor: light, airy, snug, cozy. It had an old-world feel to it, somehow, and I wanted to paint the morning light that etched the walls (even though I don't paint).
Drinks: one of the best Caesars I've ever had. Spicy, bold, tart and salty with lots of pickledy-things, and well-balanced. Somehow, I only ever crave these for brunch.
Philosophy: use the whole beast. I approve! There's a lot to be said for the efficiency of using everything you're given to work with, and so many tasty morsels that are missed by traditional wasteful New World cuisine styles.
Food. Oh. My. Gods. Started with little round strawberry doughnuts, freshly made using the rendered fat from the pig -- they arrived too hot to eat. You know how bacon makes everything better? Right. I don't typically like doughnuts. Almost a year later, I can still remember the way these tasted.
Pulled pork benedict: I'm a benedict fan, and this was hands-down the best benedict I've ever eaten. (Seriously, why hasn't this been thought of before?) Rich tender pulled pork, creamy flawless piquant Hollandaise, a fresh baby arugula salad (one of my favorite things), and crisp buttery English muffin. The whole thing together was decadent, rich but somehow not too heavy, and wildly flavorful. We ate every last morsel and wished we had room to eat it all over again.
I'm looking forward to coming back for other meals. (I'm salivating just thinking about it.)
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