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| - It's fascinating - had I read the mixed reviews here before my friend and I stopped in, I wouldn't have gone. And I'd have been wrong.
We decided to stroll Yonge & Eg on a Sunday around noon looking for a place for brunch. She'd suggested a few greasy spoons further up the way, when I saw the "brunch Saturdays & Sundays" sign in the window.
The Brie & Asparagus crepe on the menu outside screamed at me, and she was simarly called by the Pesto & Sundried Tomato frittatta.
We went in and were invited to seat ourselves at the table of our choice - something I always appreciate, not being used as window dressing to entice passersby: "It must be a good restaurant, there are customers!"
The waitress was prompt, coolly efficient if not overly friendly, and if there were any specials or recommendations we never heard 'em. We only drank water but our water glasses were refilled at least twice, and never allowed to go completely empty.
The crepe & frittata were, with tax, $24. That's not obscene for brunch for two people, there was ample enough food that we both left quite full, and we both QUITE enjoyed the meals.
Were they the best we'd ever had? No.
Were they good enough that we both made note to come back?
Heck yeah.
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