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| - Despite yelping all up and down Dundas West and occasionally on Annette, I was surprised to find that somehow I lived in the Junction for the better part of a year and hadn't made my way to the iconic brunch spot. Cool Hand of A Girl was one of the few eateries in the Junction that I knew of before moving in, yet somehow I went 9 months without patronizing.
Well, I might end up going another 9 months it seems. I stopped by for a mid-week lunch with expectations high and mouth salivating. I left, somewhat still hungry and a bit miffed. Not too keen on the sandwich offerings or the specials, I decided on the regular breakfast, which pretty much is summed up by the word regular. The scrambled eggs had the consistency of eggs made for a child and flavour to boot (bland, bland bland), the potatoes were...meh but the saving grace was the delicious toast and jam (seriously) else my breakfast would have been sad sad indeed. The only saving grace is that it's all organic, but that niche is no longer so small that I need to go to Cool Hand for that experience.
For the price, I could have eating at so many other places, had better service and better food. Basically, Cool Hand of a Girl left me a bit cold, especially compared to the other brunch spots in the city.
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