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Bloordale is pretty new - so I would love to forget my first to experiences there. The second of which - after eating a forgettable and regular breakfast - one of the waif waitresses offered us one of their freshly baked cookies - we said okay.
When we paid and she returned with the large cookie in a bag, she said, "Sorry, but it's just a bit burned (insert nervous laughter), the cook accidentally hit the tempurature guage with his belly (more awkward laughter)."
This struck us as completely weird, and said nothing - but walked out and had a bite of the cookie.
WHY WOULD SHE TELL US THIS????
Yes, it was burned, and it tasted like the cement we were walking on at the Bloor/Lansdowne corner - which many of you might know as having it's own flavour entirely!
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I've been back since, and their breakfast has vastly improved, and so has their service, although the serving staff can be oblivious to their body language and etiquette.
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