In search of food, my sister and i set off down Yonge from our hotel, looking for that just-right combination of eggs, meat, and potatoes to set right the damage we'd done the previous night while fending off TFC and Blue Jays fans at another pub. Cussing out the 28oz sippy-cup of Carlsberg at the soccer game the night before, she was in no mood for a long walk, so unusually enough i made the executive decision to try one of the first places we saw.
Happily enough, the Brownstone was a perfectly fine choice, with a slightly frazzled waitstaff doing their darnedest to keep people fed (the fourth star is for taking away empty, tiny Coke glasses and bringing us big tall refills; a cold Coke is awesome for a hangover). The food selections are a mix of typical and atypical breakfast fare, and everything i had was tasty. I don't know what typical prices are, but it was moderate to expensive, i'd guess.
In short, we left recharged, refueled, and would have been ready to start drinking again, if it weren't for the 9-hour drive home after the Sox-Jays game.