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| - "So we've never been here before. How's the food?"
Pause. Little smile. "No complaints unless you complain. How does that sound?"
Not good, but it was already 2:20 p.m., we'd been turned away from our neighbourhood favouite Mocha for lack of space, and we were STAR VING. So we stayed and allowed ourselves to be seated in their bland Mediterranean-style dining area.
The menu has split personality: half Greek, half greasy spoon. We finally decided on the brunch menu only to notice that it was supposed to have ended 3 minutes earlier, but the waiter was cool and let us order off the brunch menu anyway. My Villager omelet (feta, onion, green pepper) was nice and light, but the whole wheat toast was made with boring bread out of a bag. The highlight of the meal had to be the hash browns: instead of piling on a giant helping of mushy or overly brown spuds, Christina's gives you a small serving of six or seven beautifully prepared, rosemary-infused potato pieces, lightly browned but crispy and delicious. Perfect.
On the down side, the decor was dull verging on depressing, and the wait staff, though nice and flexible on brunch times, had no panache.
We'll probably try Christina's once more to give the Greek half of the menu a chance, but unless our experience is super wow I can't see us making it a regular stop.
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