Do not eat here. Perhaps get a latte here if you want a patio to smoke on. Certainly do not allow yourself to be misled by seeing the words "omelet" and "goat cheese" on the same board. The goat cheese was about a sandwich, not related to the omelet.
We were hunger headaching and blood sugar crashing and wandering down north Yonge street hoping for sustenance. Food options were scarce, most restaurants not yet being open for lunch. We stumbled across this "Italian" cafe offering eggs with (we thought) quality cheese and fresh greens.
Like I said, we were "starving" in a first world problems sort of way, so when the omelet came out covered in Kraft singles, we had to eat. It came with foccaica bread on the side, stale stale breadcrumb quality foccaica.
This Iranian run Italian joint also advertises gelato, sandwiches, and has several big homemade pies and cakes to sample. Again, do not go here.