This place is very, very good. Delicious "benny" with flaky pork and a conservative pour of light and lemony hollandaise. Temp and texture of the poached eggs were as perfect as any I've ever had. Crispy pork rinds on the side, nice touch. Crunchy waffles with bitter cocoa nibs and a major slab o' bacon. Donut bites were so-so -- jam filling could have been livelier. Coffee also so-so -- consider another supplier? The space is cute, as in small and pleasing to the eye. I showed up waaaay early on a very frosty Sunday morning. The line didn't start until about a half-hour before it opened, so if you can tear yourself away from the bed a little early and make it there by 9:30, there's a good chance you'll be first-in, first-served. Protip: There are baseboard heaters along the wall under the window. For my California-softened toes, this was a welcome discovery after aforementioned wait in the freezing cold.
Very respectable. I will be back. Toronto brunch has come a long, long way since I lived here about a decade ago. Hip bruncheries on Dundas West? Who'd'a thunk it?