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| - tl;dr: This is a dope place. Café La Gaffe is the Batman who saves Gotham (aka Toronto and its string of crappy brunch places).
The events that lead to the discovery and my subsequent falling love with Café La Gaffe are analogous to the famous Greek epic of homecoming story "The Odyssey".
"The Odyssey" tells the epic story of Odysseus, who after fighting in the battle of Troy, must make his way back to Ithaca, where he is the king and ruler. Odysseus' journey is difficult and laden with obstacles. Meanwhile, his wife, Penelope patiently waits. After a while, people begin to think that Odysseus has died, and suitors start lining up, hoping to win over Penelope's heart and (more importantly) the seat to Ithaca's throne and unlimited access to Odysseus' money. But Penelope KNOWS her husband is still out there and rejects all the suitors. Odysseus' trek home becomes a ten-year voyage filled with hardships and death, but he FINALLY makes it. Penelope realizes her hubby is back, big O slays all them fuckboi suitors, and they live happily ever after.
In this metaphor, I am Penelope, Café La Gaffe is Odysseus, and all the crappy brunch Toronto places (trust me, I've been to a TON) are the suitors. It's a Greek epic filled with hardships that lasts ten years (or in my case, two years). It took me a long time to find a GOOD brunch place but, like Penelope, I never lost hope because at the back of my mind, I knew that my Odysseus was out there.
Anyway, I came here for brunch and I'm convinced that Café La Gaffe doesn't hire chefs - they hire artists. I don't really think about death and I'm not sure what happens when you die, but I've got a strong hunch that Leonardo Da Vinci's soul has reincarnated into the body of whoever is responsible for baking Café La Gaffe's breakfast potatoes. Because those potatoes aren't just regular potatoes, they're oily soft delicious piece(s) of art that deserve a whole wing in the Louvres museum. Also, adding caramelized onions AND caramelized red bell peppers to the potatoes? Iconic, innovative, groundbreaking. Give the potato maker their Nobel prize.
And don't even get me started on the salad. Who was in charge of coming up with that perfect blend greens and sweet-but-not-too-sweet dressing? Was it someone with a chemistry PhD, or a wizard with top-notch potions skills?
And you know what else is great? The aesthetic. Eating perfect eggs benedict and sipping on my cute café au lait while Feist croons about the love of her life in the background? Magical, surreal, out-of-this-world. Lately, I feel that a lot of places will put all their energy in the overall vibe, at the expense of the quality of the food. Luckily, Café La Gaffe goes hard on everything, and every aspect ends up being top-notch.
Look, this was a long list of accolades with an even longer backstory, but I feel like it was necessary to fully encapsulate the big picture. I've spent way too long in the dark over Toronto brunch, settling for below-average places. No more.
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