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| - Torontoians love brunch--even more, I think, than other Canadians, who still take the late-morning meal seriously, but have fewer restaurants dedicated to the art of Caesars, mimosas, and bennies. Within a dizzying array of options, the Bellevue holds it's own. Really on the 3/4 star cusp, everything was solidly good, but I can't help but hope it was all a touch...better.
On the corner of Nassau and Bellevue, the Bellevue is in the heart of Kensington Market, more a neighbourhood of coffee shops, hipsters, and fresh fruit and veg stands and a 'must-see' for first time visitors to Toronto. (Plenty of parking on the weekend along Nassau, or a short walk off transit from Bathurst).
Inside, the mood is hip, but not overly so. In fact, the Bellevue lacks any really interior design save a few prints on the wall and the creek of old floorboards under our feet. All the waitstaff were a touch too cool--waify boys with deep V-neck t-shirts, delicately coiffed hair, and big glasses. All fairly predicable for Toronto's brunch scene and our location close to the UofT. But service was a touch slow at the worst and chilly at best. Despite being the only table of diners in the restaurant, I felt forgotten about for moments at a time.
My friend and I both had the chorizo hash and americanos so I can't speak to the other menu options directly, but they looked similarly tasty in that egg-cheese-protein kind-of-way. The hash was topped with a poached egg--I love poached eggs and love nothing more than puncturing my poached egg to get that yolk running all over my plate. I poked. I poked again. No run. Both of our eggs were poached hard, robbing me of the fun of yellow yolk working through my hash. Had it just been one, I would have thought it was a mistake, but seeing my friend's the exact same way, it was clear this was their way of poaching eggs. Otherwise, the meal was quite nice. The chorizo cooked and seasoned perfectly. They also make their own hot sauce--if you ask for it--that isn't so much hot as it is sweet and tangy. A nice binding agent, especially in the absence of my precious yolk. All that said, the portion is actually moderate to small--we both scraped our plates clean--and didn't leave bursting.
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