Yikes! I'm not really understanding the "meh, I've experienced better" displayed here. Was something amiss in the yummy dill hollandaise of your eggs benedict? Did someone spit in your zatar, sun-dried tomato, and goat cheese omelet or spill your cinnamon-spiked coffee down your back? Was something unsavory floating in your fresh grapefruit juice, or did that ideal-for-Bloor-people-watching patio cave in on you?
No? Then shuttie.
It's not cheap, but neither is any other brunch establishment in this neighborhood. But it's unique, Israeli, mural-filled, and scrumptious, and by the way (HAHAHA OH MY), they have some very attractive and enjoyable staff who keep the ambiance lovely and the coffee flowin'.