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I skimmed through the menu and the reviews by my fellow Yelpers before I joined my cousin two Saturdays ago at Toast for my birthday brunch. I was prepared for bad service, but was expecting a good meal. Little did I know that the two would be flipped around, leaving me very disappointed with my food and feeling a little guilty, since my cousin was treating me.
I had decided on the blueberry pancakes with peameal bacon before I'd arrived, and was looking forward to two of my favourite breakfast foods. Yuck yuck yuck! To start off, the coffee was horrible. It was so bland and flavourless and watered down I couldn't believe you could get something as easy as coffee wrong but they did. Or maybe they'd just had it sitting out for too long, I don't know. When my food arrived I immediately noticed a sheen on my bacon. Yes, a SHEEN. As in when I tilted my head around different ways I could see the sheen CHANGING COLOURS. I felt obligated to have a few bites, but the peameal tasted so strange and the unknown double rainbow that was taking place on my plate was such a turn off that I couldn't stomach anymore.
I moved on to my pancakes which weren't any screaming heck either. I like a pancake crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside, and about a pinky's height (bottom to top). These were thin and lifeless, with some goopy blueberry jam gunk scooped on top. They were rubbery and not cooked the whole way through - PANCAKE FAIL. I don't understand why restaurants get pancakes wrong all the time, it's such a simple food! Again, I felt obligated to finish them and slap a smile on my face. The service was actually the best part of the whole dining experience!
The decor is fine and yes, there are toasters everywhere with signatures from celebrities scribbled on, but it makes me wonder if they were actually happy to sign their name or if they felt obligated after eating a shitty meal themselves.
If you want a good pancake go to Mildred's Temple Kitchen in Liberty Village (fresh and surpass my pinky-height minimum) and tasty, sheen-free peameal, grab a sandwich at St. Lawrence Market or House on Parliament.
If only my cousin hadn't been to Lady Marmalade the weekend previous, as that was MY suggestion. Shucks!
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