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| - I live in the west end but do some work in Leslieville here and there and discovered Jim's a couple months ago on a dry mouthed morning after when I was looking to fill my stomach and get the taste out of my mouth from the jar of pennies I had drunkenly eaten the night before, and it did not disappoint.
I consider myself to be a bit of a connoisseur of the cheap greasy breakfast, and Jim's lives up in that regard. I've been there a half dozen times now and I always order the same thing. My over-easy eggs are made right in front of me while I sit at the bar watching CP24 or admiring the signs instructing those looking for a rush order to go to "Helen Waite". Why anyone would need a rush order here is beyond me. The longest I've been here was a half hour one week when they were slammed. I'm usually in and out within 20 minutes (they make your order the same way I eat it - FAST).
The white toast is fluffy and perfect, the sausages are standard deep fried lard tubes and they make those old man homefries that are just a big pile of soft potatoes in the corner of the flat top grill, half cubed, half mushed. So awesome. The staff alternates between warm, blunt and indifferent, and the place seems to be perpetually frequented by a mixture of blue collar worker types, middle class families and people who probably spend a large portion of their day on the sidewalk.
I'm a classic breakfast guy, but I've watched the cooks concoct many of their signature westerns from my perch at the counter, and they look completely fucking insane. Maybe I'll order one one day. Awesome shitty diner. If you want a standard working-class egg plate, quick and cheap, at 9 bucks tip-in, you can't lose.
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