Breakfast Served All Day! Sweet! Gonna get me a big 'ole omelet with spicy sausage, fresh salsa, cheddar, jack and jalapenos...uuhhh, nope, eh, this is Canada. Still too far from the southern immigration forces that inevitably influence a casual dining menu. Bland is the word for the food here...
Not that I'm complaining. But Phil's presented a breakfast pretty much the same as what you would get at Sambo's, Denny's, Perko's, or Shari's 30 years ago. Basic fare, prepared in an unoffensive way.
They had these round sausage things called Chubbies. I always though a "Chubby" was an erection in 8th grade home room. Anyway, the Chubbies here were flaccid pucks of either Chorizo or Sausage. I had the Chorizo and it was OK. More Spanish spiced than Mexican.
I will say this, Phil's had a genuine gesture of hospitality from the wait staff. Not that fake corporate insincere kindness you get across the street at Denny's. The waitress and cashier treated me in the same way a nurse would if I was recovering from a gunshot room in intensive care. Strange. Must of known I was an American.