I've been here twice, once on a week day lunch and once for breakfast while throughly hungover.
The first time I came in it was dead, just me and the staff and they seemed excited to see a face.
I ordered the spaghetti carbonara. It was OK but definitely could have been better. ie. If the panchetta was panchetta and not supermarket bacon. The chief/host/waiter/whatever I seem to recall as the former bartender of The Place 2 B at leslie and queen circa 2003.
My second experience was on the morning of mother's day, I ended up here on a whim with my brother whilst feigning off a hangover before heading to our parents place, and New Town was too packed for my usual greasy spoon drunk feed.
This time the place was packed and to be honest we were lucky to be seated. The staff were definitely in the weeds and weeds they were not used to.
Both of us ordered breakfast, one those ones with everything and a flapjack. it was ok, it took some time, one of my yolks were broken, most of it was cold, the hasbrowns had questionable seasoning, the pancake was over tough and all in all kinda expensive for breakfast.
Take it or leave it.