Yet another oversized café with only a smattering of tables and chairs. Is this a new trend in Toronto? I swear you could play European handball in here, yet you'll only find two easy chairs, two kitchen-sized tables and several rattan seats near the front. That's not to say the atmosphere isn't swell. I'm sick of saying "exposed brick" so I won't. The Queen St façade is all windows, and the natural light just pours into this high-ceilinged space. And as a graphic design enthusiast, believe me, I love negative space -- but more seating wouldn't hurt.
My latte was served at approximately 451 degrees Fahrenheit and took some time to produce, but it was tasty and only $2.75. There is art on the walls (for sale) and a few bookshelves laden with reading material (also for sale). I would certainly spend time in this place (free wifi) but be warned: the music is horrible. I heard two Police tracks while in here, need I say more?
Obligatory Title Pun: This place is on the LEVEL.
Menu Readability: A big old chalkboard with (gasp) really poor handwriting.
Need to mention: They also serve paninis, grilled cheese, bagels and soup. Cash only.
What this place teaches me about myself: Don't stand/Don't stand/Don't stand so close to me.