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| - I'm all about checking out new brunch joints and ones that are within walking distance of my apartment when Saturday morning (okay, afternoon) hangovers serve as major TTC deterrents are even better. So myself and four like-minded Junction-ites made the trek to this adorable resto and given its small size, and the fact that it was already 2 in the afternoon, we had to take the only table that could accommodate our party - and proceeded to have one sweaty breakfast.
Now normally I would give my left foot for even a hint of warmth on a breezy February afternoon, compounded by the fact that my apartment doubles as a meat locker in the winter, but without any curtains and sitting in direct sunlight, we all ended up cooking like ants under a magnifying glass. Luckily, I always wear layers, but who wants to eat brunch in a tank top (and a ratty one at that since I didn't anticipate it making an appearance), mopping sweat from one's brow? That was, of course, no fault of the restaurant, but I'd recommend waiting for another table, or going with less people, lest you spend brunch fanning yourself.
Now, maybe it's time to move on the food, shall we? I ordered the egg scramble/messy wannabe omelette special of the day which had leeks, fresh thyme and gruyere cheese though I opted for no black forest ham and was offered lovely roma tomatoes it its place. My other brunch buddies went for the French toast, which was delicious and sweet and mostly reminded me of a cinnamon bun, standard breakfast of 2 eggs, bacon/sausage, potatoes and toast and the unfortunately named Blat (bacon, lettuce, avocado and tomato) and all enjoyed their choices, especially when it came to the homemade sausage patties that I declined to sample.
My egg scramble was nice and I appreciated the use of leeks instead of a slew of too-thick onions which seem to worm their way into perfectly decent breakfast items, and the use of a sharp cheese like gruyere instead of your typical swiss or feta. Having said that, there was no 'wow' factor in the food or presentation or, though I hate to say it, service.
Our affable waiter was friendly and fairly attentive but always forgot one thing when he returned to our table, whether it was water, milk for coffee or a cloth to wipe off the random mountain of sugar that was on our table when we sat down. A simple, quickie table wipe should be automatic and certainly happen before orders are taken and though I was mostly unbothered by it, I understood when my frustrated friend took matters into her own hands and swept the sugar into her empty espresso cup since we weren't sure if our waiter would ever get to it. I'm going to assume these are rookie mistakes but as far as brunches go, while it wasn't wholly disappointing, I didn't leave feeling terribly satisfied and for about $15, I should at least be rubbing my belly in post-grazing appreciation.
Luckily, there's always next weekend.
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