My old roommate and I used to brunch here all the time. It suited our usual Sunday morning mood: we were frequently grungy and ravenous and unwilling to face natural light, and the Caddy was a leopard-spotted cave with rickety tables and heaping plates. It was a match made in heaven!
But then: the renovation. And suddenly the room got bigger and there were WINDOWS. And BOOTHS. And the prices went up, but the portions went down, and somehow this place turned into a destination, with happy Parkdale families loosing their kids on the patio out back and the servers asking us repeatedly if we want anything else and jesus, please, I just want to drown my hangover in a bucket of eggs and coffee, is that too much to ask?
Apparently it is.