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| - Oh Brasserie, why you gotta be this way?
My friend and I headed out for brunch the day before my birthday. We knew we didn't want to wait in line somewhere, but we wanted something a litte more glamorous than a donut and a double double - afterall, I AM turning 30 again.
It's dead when we arrive and the restaurant is freezing but our server brings us our coffees quickly...along with ice cold milk and a single packet of sugar. I don't know about you, but I really enjoy my coffee, I like to savour the creamy richness of it, and pouring ice cold 1% in a good cup of coffee is like eating turkey bacon - it might sound like a good idea, but it's obviously a poor imposter for the real thing.
Our server raves about the french toast and sugary carbs seem like the responsible thing to do since we're both drinking diet coffee. Our meal arrives and it's gorgeous - 5 pieces of french baguette stacked up in a french toast tower, fruit on each piece and pre-syruped. Wait a second...pre-syruped? Well maybe that's just to keep the whole tower together....
We dive in and it's immediately apparent that the Brasserie do not understand my syrup needs. No worries, our server helpfully brings me another teaspoon of syrup. My friend is less concerned with syrup, and more concerned with the fact that her knife is unable to slice through the crust-heavy nature of the french toast. I'm having similar difficulties, what the hell is this crust made of? We both just pick up a piece with our hands and attempt to eat it that way.
I'll admit it, we should have told the server that the french toast was awful. Though, our quality check was late because she was drinking wine behind the bar and maybe didn't notice us playing Jenga with our food.
We left hungry and unsatisfied, walked down the street to Crave, got our damn sugary carbs and picked up a hot coffee and felt much better. The cupcakes helped our mood immensely. I'm going to chalk this up to ordering the wrong thing but I'm not eager to go back. Damn you Brasserie, you were on my list of places to go and if you can't make french toast that worries me more than a little bit.
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