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| - My quest continues to try every decent-looking restaurant on Roncesvalles Avenue.
We were checking out the menu, when the doors swung open and two women emerged. They told us the restaurant was excellent, and even recommended us a sandwich from the menu. Taking this as good karma, we decided to give it a try. As we entered, a table near the window had been recently vacated and the waiter was cleaning it up. We asked if we could sit there, and waited patiently until he was done clearing. At which point he separated the 4-seater into two 2-seaters - this place is obviously very busy on weekends.
As another reviewer mentioned, there are two seating areas - front and back. Where the front is rather crammed and invariably busier, the back seemed more spacious and relaxed.
Let me preface this by reminding you, dear readers, that I am not a psycho. However, we ended up changing tables three times! The first table was right beside the window. Although when I was able to stick my arm through it, I realized it wasn't a window at all but open to the street. Next question: how soon can I get a coffee?
We ordered coffee and while waiting for it to arrive, several wasps flew in from the street and greeted us. As stinging insects generally get in the way of the enjoyment of the meal, we moved one table inwards from the non-window. I realize this is a quirk, but my companion has an allergy, and I have not actually been stung myself and didn't intend to start now!
The wasps were temporarily held at bay, but the new table was a serious 'wobbler.' The waitress brought our coffee, which proceeded to spill on the table because it was so unstable. We remedied this by sticking some sugar packets under the offending leg, and were on our way to stability. However, by this point the wasps were getting lonely at the first table and began hovering around our heads.
This time we moved quite far back into the restaurant, and were much happier. When we got settled, we cracked open the menus and had a gander. My choice came down to a beef and veggie burger. I remembered my fond first-year university cafeteria days with the greatest veggie burgers ever, although I've eaten them far less frequently since then.
I asked the waitress what the veggie burgers looked like, and she told me it didn't look like a meat burger but rather some sort of chickpea, lentil combination. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, so I stuck with the traditional beef burger. My companion ordered Poached eggs and bacon with toast.
A short while later our food arrived. But from my perspective it was less than spectacular. The fries were made of real potatoes (not frozen crap), but they were on the soggy side. I prefer crispy fries, which in retrospect it would have been prudent to mention. The burger was nothing to write home about either, but not terrible.
However, the poached eggs and bacon were a hit with my companion.
The portions were very sensible when compared with local competition: Sunrise Grill, which sizes its brunch portions for giants or possibly NBA players.
I don't think I would return to Brad's with any urgency. It was just a bad experience from the get-go. One has to question the wisdom of open windows on a busy restaurant-district during a heat wave, and so soon after a month long garbage strike. However, I'm wondering if I made an error by ordering a hamburger; something I rarely do anymore. In the spirit of brunch, one should order something 'brunchy.' This shall be my mantra for further brunches.
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