From across Queen Street I spotted Simple Cafe and it quietly called out to me. I think it was the empty table bathed in sunlight near the window that lured me in and once inside I admired the clean white space and raw feeling of the wood tables. The selection of bottled juices further endeared me to Simple Cafe and I chose a French berry lemonade.
But while the white bench was comfy, the table top was lopsided and the entire thing teetered constantly. And the wifi was unstable and at some point stopped connecting all together.
In short, Simple Cafe's a fine spot to read a book or chat to a friend but don't come here trying to get work done on a laptop.