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| - I was in Toronto to visit some friends and had some time to spare during the day while she was at work and he was at school. After rummaging through their fridge, I found out there was nothing to eat in the apartment so I decided to find a nice place to sit down for a late breakfast. The Easy Restaurant was recommended from another friend, so I headed out the door and made my way to Queen west for some good eats. When I got to the restaurant there were a few people enjoying their food, and I found a nice little table and sat down to check out the menu. The selection was just what I had in mind, but I couldn't decide between the eggs benedict or the French toast. After getting some advice from the nice looking waitress, I decided on the benedict which was promised to be more filling than the French toast. While waiting for the food I pulled out a copy of NOW magazine and started reading an article about the shitty new Toronto mayor. Before I had time to read the whole article, my meal was sitting on the table waiting to be eaten. A few bites in, I knew I had made the right choice and started to worry that I wouldn't be able to finish. But I didn't want the waitress to think I couldn't handle a large breakfast, so I filled my mouth with bite after bite of eggs benedict, homefries, and house salad, and washed it down with freshly squeezed orange juice. I could tell she was impressed with my manly appetite so I left a nice tip and ventured outside to walk it off.
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