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| - I'm always down for brunch but can't bear weekend crowds. Having brunch on a weekday is something thing I can dig. Discovered by my girl on IG, I was hesitant to make the trek across town from Bellwoods to Leslieville with so many options in our hood. The girl is always boss so off we went.
Entered to a typical hipster aesthetic and your tatted beardman that lives on his triumph. He approached with a gracious and polite demeanour. +1.
Scanned the menu to find the most uncommon of items. Suspecting I now may have been conned into an over-stylized organic veggie cliche, I went for the Dinette Brekkie. No meat included and no bacon option (I'm your robot brunch type) so I ordered a side of sausage. A couple of fresh-pressed juices to start and Fried Chicken and Buckwheat Pancakes for the wifey.
While waiting, took a closer look at the decor. First off, I was getting up on the sketch and water color stroke drawings that lined the wall and menu. The retro cameras, chair bar. All looking good and worthy of a cam pic.
The food arrived and my fears continued... All looking too veggie hipster for me. Smaller than avg components. Touch of pea sprouts for colour. Eggs pre-peppered. Uh oh. Plating for both our dishes was pic worthy so out with the phone cams again. Click click. Time to eat.
SO. No idea why, but I started with the grilled tomato. Usually not my first target. This is where the journey really began for me.
I cut a piece off the first tomato and put it down. Now, I'm really not a foodie nor do I care to advertise my outings, BUT... The tomato hit my mouth and there was a rush of flavours that hit me. My eyes rolled back and then began to tear. WTF just happened? I moaned, then cursed. THIS WAS THE BEST DAM TOMATO I'VE EVER HAD. I was experiencing emotions I haven't had since I was building snowforts in my backyard as a child. It's only just a tomato but it moved me like the lady eating that cake in Matrix 2. Then I hit the toast. Texas cut. Toast is toast, until I put that drop of fruity jam or compote. OMG. Best dam jam I ever ate. Everything else just became a blur of bliss, but if a tomato and jam can inspire me to write my first post, then u catch my drift. The food for this dude was interstellar. I won't go into the Fried Chicken and pancakes. Try it for yourself. While settling up the bill, I take a loving look at a stack of books beside the cameras. One is about afro-vegan cuisine. Another is from Cafe Boulud. I get it.
The bearded man. His name is Johnny and he's a sweetheart and loving and willing to serve.
All the stars align at Saturday Dinette. The decor matches the mood that matches the food. It's all real. No cliche here.
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