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| - I was eager to try out this new brunch and supper joint at Gerrard and Logan.
The interior is almost as hipster as you could imagine. Think steel buckets holding the utensils, nouveau-rap-rock music constantly blaring from the speakers, denim-looking napkins and teeny tiny almost-shot-size glasses to drink your tap water out of. Oh, and tea and coffee comes by default in French presses.
Whether or not you like the ambience will entirely hinge upon how much you like or dislike general hipster vibes. I personally am sorta neutral to that kind of atmosphere, but was really grateful and relieved to see that the helpful, smiley, genuine staff did not exude any stereotypical hipster sultriness. What did bother me though, was the descriptions of some food items on the menu. The baked beans, sausage and fried egg I ordered was described as :'molasses baked beans (I could not taste any molasses), farmer's sausage (uh...what? There was hardly any sausage with it, anyway) and an 'over-easy cluck' (turns out this ridiculous description was a mere fried egg).
I'm sure some people would find these elaborate descriptions funny; me, hungry and decaffeinated and wanting to order quickly, found it distracting and annoying. To each their own!
Staff were all around fantastic. 100%. The hostess welcomed us immediately and seated us at the bar, on surprisingly comfy stools. The man behind the counter making cocktails and hot drinks was a joy to deal with, really friendly and funny with an attitude that would put a smile on anyone's face. One of the chef did her work while dancing around and generally loving life. Brilliant!
Unfortunately, the food did not live up to the great expectations set by the staff. The baked beans came a bit too crunchy for my liking and the sausage parts were barely noticeable. In fact, had I ordered simply beans, toast and egg, without sausage, I may not have even noticed that any sausage was present, or may have just commented 'huh, seems like a bite of sausage found its way into my dish'! Disappointing. The toast came dressed with olive oil, which I hate, and I did not know about this dressing when I ordered. Gah. What's wrong with butter?!
There was a $1 for ketchup. BOOOOO.
Boyf liked his buttermilk pancakes but was still starving after having eaten them, and not happy about the portion size (small) vs price ($9).
I know it's a cliché to say 'I really wanted to love this place', but I really, really did. The staff were as great as I've ever encountered, I love French press coffee, it's nice to see a trendy place opening in an otherwise dull intersection, and I admire the much-written about community spirit of the chef and the establishment overall. Unfortunately, I just didn't enjoy my meal enough to warrant giving this place any more than three stars - and that's at a stretch; I feel I have to be generous as the staff were lovely and the place is still new so I don't want to be harsh.
I may return and try something else - I do hope to be proved wrong if I do come back.
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