Dive brunch bar!! Love it.
There is something so oddly comforting about miscellaneous decorations and sticky counter tops that just lets you know that it does not matter that you haven't washed your hair in five days or that your breathe is still ridden with last nights tom-foolery. In fact, they have the grub that will cure whatever it is your liver is shouting at you and tell it to just 'shush, and go back to breaking down those tequila shots you so diligently consumed'...
Astoundingly busy for being such a hole-in-the-wall. Looks like they've got a steady in-flow of regulars, so be prepared to wait. But it's a save when you are roaming the Danforth for breakfast and find yourself deviating away from Whimpys and Timmys... A PLUS.