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| - This is the second time I've eaten here and I was left with much the same opinion as the first time: This place is not as great as it wants to be. I am all for a greasy grimy diner. but The Thompson (likely because of it's location in the swanky Thompson Hotel) feels like a tarted up, glossy black malt shop. I fully expect the food to be much better than diner food. But It just isn't. In fact, it's not nearly as good as placed like the Patrician Grill or Vesta Lunch, Or New York Cafe (the latter, I've heard is in transition, so it may not be the most accurate comparison), but you get my drift, right?
I had the eggs and bacon. Super simple. But everything tasted sort of like cardboard and was uber-bland. I could get through the breakfast here with lots of hot sauce, salt and pepper but even the bacon tasted like nothing but salt. Any not really that salty, either.
Service was decent. Fast and friendly.
The food was piled on a plate that was far too small, which made eating it a chore. There was no colour and few inviting qualities as far as this plate of bacon and eggs was concerned. For a place that is so dressed up, the food certainly isn't.
It wasn't inedible, but definitely not the best breakfast out there. Any place that is open hours like this makes me doubt cleanliness and culinary inspiration. I can get on board with a down and dirty diner, but the Thompson just ain't down. It's the King Street late night tart who looks really awesome when it's dark and you're drunk, but in the stark light of day, she's just on a walk of shame complete with mascara running down her face and her hair extensions falling out.
Sad.
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