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| - If first impressions are everything, Three Speed is the whole flippin' show.
Friends and I were walking down Bloor St on a gorgeous summer's day, hitting every thrift and vintage shop in sight on way to Snakes & Lattes, when we realized we had HOURS to kill before our 6pm meetup and were feeling rather peckish. "What do we eat?", we wondered, gazing about, knowing the many options available yet strangely uninspired...
So we kept up the meandering pace before the sound of a tuba stopped me in my tracks. "THUMPthumpTHUMPthumpBFFFFFTT!" it called to me from somewhere just up the street. I got excited. Tuba? Summer? Hungry? Surely, a burly man was waiting somewhere with brass instruments and a greasy sammich for me to dig into! I ceased my stop and made way to this fat brass angel's call!
I came to a tiny, nearly-miss-it kinda joint, as further sounds joined the tuba: an accordion, a trumpet, a sax... a symphony of old timin' music! On a sunny Sunday afternoon! Joy of joys! And a fiddle! Happiness!
I looked at the little sign: "Three Speed". "Hm," says I, "Three Speed. I think I might love you."
I ushered my somewhat incredulous friends inside. "Don't worry, with music like this it's gotta have good food!"
And, long story short, they do! They do have good food! And good beer! And good staff! And if by "good" on all three points you suspect I mean "great", you'd be underestimating my zeal! They're better than just "good", or even "great", they're... well, something -- use your words, amigo!
I've since enjoyed a number of brunches and lunches, many Sunday afternoons (with tubas et al), and have yet to have anything less than some of my most enjoyable experiences in Toronto. Thanks, Three Speed!
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