Fried Chicken Eggs Benedict, only available at Sunday brunch, is a dish worth lining up for at this cute little comfort-food cafe. The chicken is supremely crisp and delicious, and pairs perfectly with poached eggs and rich Hollandaise, all perched on a toasted-till-crunchy Scottish bap bun. I upgraded my fries to a poutine for an extra $1.50 (no brainer) and washed it all down with a killer Vanilla Bourbon Milkshake. I strongly recommend the boozy shake, but not sure I needed the poutine. Fries alone would have been plenty.
Dave ordered the classic fried chicken sandwich, served with lettuce and an ample helping of mayo and hot sauce. I took a few bites of it and gotta say, the fried chicken shines brighter in the benny. First, the sandwich arrived slightly soggy and became more so with each bite, thus diminishing the crispiness of the chicken. So if you're keen on fried bird during non-brunching hours I'd probably opt for the fried chicken dinner, with sauce on side.