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| - Ever walk into a place and you feel like you're not cool enough to be there? Yeah, this is Bro'kin Yolk, full of bros with long unkempt beards and flannel shirts and thinner-than-thou suburban gals in trendy second-hand frocs. We happened to be in this area on a Sunday morning so pulled up Yelp and this was the highest rated place in the neighborhood. Called the number on their website and discovered they had a 1 hour, 15 minute wait. We had shopping to do anyway so we put our name on the list. I was quite surprised when we got a call after just 40 minutes so we rushed out of a store and straight here, where our table was just ready. The menu is extensive. Contrary to the Yelp notes, this place DOES serve alcohol including mimosas, Caesars and beer. We settled for the Eggs benny served on waffles (so-so. The waffles make it too sweet, and not enough hollandaise sauce). The homemade sausage was good, but portions too small. The drinks were nice and strong. Our waitress was friendly but would often disappear for extended periods but others would step in. For all the raving about this place, I was expecting so much more.
Be careful what you wish for. Here comes the real Bro'kin Yolk: About 45 minutes after leaving the cafe, I started feeling some rumblings and gurglings down under. Uh oh. Pulled over in a strip mall and RAN to the Canadian Superstore washroom where I barely made it before I almost pulled an Al Roker (I apologize to the Canadian Superstore janitor). I figured I was catching a bug but I felt fine otherwise. My wife spent a lot of time making fun of me, until about an hour later, BOOM, she had the same experience but luckily we were now home. I can't prove we got sick from the food, but it was too much of a coincidence as we had not eaten anything since dinner the night before, and we both shared the same plate at brunch. Either way, I won't take the chance of eating there again. And most importantly, the food wasn't all that.
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