The clock read 10 AM, and by the time we would reach Toronto, it'd unquestionably be past noon.
"Let's do it". I succumbed to the convenience of a combined mid-day meal and began to scroll through options in our area of interest.
I had attempted to call the establishment earlier in the day, though no one had picked up. Now being faced with a compact restaurant brimming with boisterous diners, we came to the realization that there would a wait after all.
"Do you know how long the wait will be?" I inquired earnestly.
"About 20-30 minutes." She responded blankly (and admittedly a little hesitantly).
Orangecane and her party were seated shortly, followed by two other small groups. Our names were called at 1:30 PM - just as the server had predicted - and we were ushered inside to a cramped yet well-illuminated corner spot by the window. I had silently been wishing to be seated here, for other tables were either shrouded in complete darkness or glazed with grim, dingy lighting.
Heeding her advice, we took to a half order of the Carrot Cake Waffles with Honey Cream Cheese, Cornmeal Pancakes with Lemon and Blueberry, and Savoury Waffle with Fried Eggs, Swiss Cheese, Avocado, Pickled Jalapenos, and Blueberry Chutney. In addition, a Vietnamese Iced Coffee and Espressado were ordered to start.
We opted to switch to a less sugary profile afterwards for the sake of variety, so the Carrot Cake Waffles remained untouched until the end of the meal. By that point, sogginess was inevitable and the Honey Cream Cheese felt a tad satiating. Although, I should add that neither of us were huge fans of carrot cake to start; we were merely intrigued by the notion of integrating a spiced autumn classic with a traditionally Canadian breakfast staple.
Both eggs had been cooked sunny-side up with a gushingly perfect yolk at the centre. Surrounding this was the silkiest egg white I have ever tasted, followed by a refined crispiness on its underside. Eggs are a very common household ingredient, yet a very versatile one at that. To produce a masterpiece embodying three different consistencies is surely no easy task.
The side salad of arugula and tomatoes was coated in a tangy, balsamic dressing. On top of the greens resided a chunky pickled chickpea mash, which further heightened its grease-cutting properties. Despite despising dressed greens, I found myself returning to pick at the salad throughout the meal.
The waffle was, of course, spectacular as well. Sweet-and-savoury combinations are a no-fail in my books, so it wasn't hard to love this cheesy, crunchy composition.
Avocado slices and pickled jalapenos were not to be overlooked either. Not a speck of darkness was present on the seeded vegetable, thus indicating optimal freshness and ripeness. And while spicier than my taste buds could handle, the pickled peppers would have served as a great second-degree palate cleanser.
Over the dim lighting and warm temperatures, my main concern was with the oily fumes trapped within the space. These unpleasant odours were apparent from the second we stepped in and persisted throughout our eating expenditure. For the remainder of the day, we reeked of grease. Having seeped into every single pore on our bodies, every strand of hair on my scalp, and every single thread of our clothing, it was as if we had taken to voluntarily consuming our meals in a Sunset Grill fume hood. (Mind you that I had arrived with clean clothes and freshly-washed hair, only to depart feeling grimy and repulsive. It was truly a major trade-off.)
Similar qualities were observed in the Strawberry Croissant. As luscious and vibrant as the jam filling was, the combined effect of the sugar glaze and jam resulted in overpowering sweetness. Strange Love shall remain triumphant in their two-toned croissants.
For those fond of the creamy addition, Answer Tea enables users to upload an image for printing on top. The theory operates akin to that of cappuccino art printing, which made its debut a few years back.
The cashier advised to refrain from altering sugar levels, for their drinks were already less sweet than the average tea shop. Ultimately, both Lipstick Prince and Sweetheart were still slicker than preferred. The latter was a bit more refreshing due to its inclusion of citrus.
Bathrooms were not visited, therefore no comments can be made in that regard.