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We were both very excited about their special brunch menu, but ultimately, we had to cool it, because on Saturday mornings the two waitresses are overworked like crazy, and missed our table. I succeeded in flagging one of them, but our neighbours weren't so lucky and had to walk to the counter after a solid 30 mins wait.
We knew what we wanted right away: he was all about the breakfast poutine, and I am devoted to French Toast. It was all delicious: the french toast is angel food cake with fluffy creamed cream cheese and almonds, the poutine is rich and comforting. Both are served with little sides of fruit, potatoes, and a mini-smoothie. All of that to the soothing sounds of Tupac's discography. Why the low score then? Both of us agreed: it was good, but not was we felt we had ordered - the poutine was cubed potatoes with cheddar, not fries and cheese curds, and cruelly, the french toast was just slices of cake, no egg was used to cook it.
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