What a find! A busy, buzzy, beautifully styled restaurant. We went for brunch and, apart from how fantastic every dish was, it was also exceptionally great value. A real destination. BUT we made the mistake of eating at the drake cafe on queen street and were so disappointed. The location is more convenient but the two experiences were like night and day. My poached eggs were served in a wet skillet. Basically an egg bath. The potato hash wasn't a hash - just roasted new potatoes. The avocado toast was totally bizarre. JalapeƱos and dried out segments of satsuma. What on earth? Do not go. Just don't go. I'm still confused how the two are part of the same group. The Commissary stands head and shoulders above the cafe. So much so that after stuffing ourselves we visited the lader and bought treats for the afternoon. The chocolate brownie cookie and lemon mirangue pie are the stuff of dreams.