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| - Last week I had lunch with a friend who was droning on about how she had just been to a "doctor" and because she had "too much protein flakes floating in her blood," he determined that she was allergic to...guess what? Just guess! Yes, GLUTEN. Add her to the 97% of the population of Toronto who believes they have a gluten allergy while they blithely ingest copious sums of it insidiously through toothpaste and lip gloss. I was barely nodding my head while she was telling me about her new bird diet and while she was stuffing shards of parboiled broccoli in her mouth, I was doing that rude thing that people do: scrolling through my iphone because she was so boring and my Instagram feed was not.
This is what I found: A plate of donuts from @extrabuttercoffee. Not just like any old Tim Hortons donuts, and don't get me wrong, me love those, I am at half-mast just thinking about them BUT! the Extra Butter donuts looked like they were made with the love of your grandma and glazed with the jizz of the mighty gods.
That Sunday, my neighbours and I took our convoy all the way from the beach to Roncesvailles. And yes, we have coffee shops in the east end, enough that if you stacked one coffee cup lid on top of another and so on, you would get to the moon and back, 17 coffee shops per capita, 100% predictable: I'll have a grande latte with a gluten-free muffin and let me just plug my laptap here and scroll through Facebook while I pretend to work in my "coffice."
Extra Butter Coffee is better than that. It smells like fresh, real baking (butter!!!!) and has a sweet deco-inspired decor that is homey and makes you want to hang and talk. There were 9 of us, we all had various pastries with our coffees, mine was a perfect americano by the way, I drink it straight black so I can judge with purity.
I had two things:
1. A breakfast pastry that was a croissant-type bed encompassing a perfectly cooked egg which was beyond thrilling. Any time an egg gets cooked into an edible vessel is a culinary feat in my opinion. Take my money! And it was simply delish.
2. A donut, duh, that's what I came for. I wanted to try all of them but I went for the Boston Cream. It's a cakey type chocolate donut glazed with more chocolate and then injected with Boston Cream in the middle. Let's just say we had a moment.
Afterwards, the lot of us went for a constitutional walk on the Roncy. It was one of those freezing cold but sunny days that I normally hate because I think the sun is just mocking us at that point like: "Come out, it's nice! Let me freeze your tits off, hahahahah!" But I didn't even care about the trolling sun, the egg and the donut made me that happy.
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