The morning dance class was held in the gym of the St. George Antioch Orthodox Church Centre, instead of a standalone plaza as I had expected. I sped past the entranceway, then was forced to loop around the residential areas until a path to Bayview could be found. A separate event was being held at the venue at the same time, thus locating parking was another nightmare. It also did not help that many drivers had decided to take up two spaces instead of their allocated one. By the time I entered, twenty minutes of the class had already passed.
Frankly speaking, a light dusting of flakiness never hurt anyone. However, automobile operators on the east end tend to fear all weather conditions, and this particular case was an obstruction by means of reduced speed limits. Advancing past the scaredy-cats, I pulled into the 16th and Wilmot plaza, snagging the first available spot in the strip. Our brunch destination of choice was already brimming with customers.
Ravenous at this point, I suggested to partake in a meal at any of the other nearby establishments. The plea was refuted by my dining partner, who dove inside to keep an ear out should our names be called. I remained outside, for feelings of claustrophobia were aggravated at the mere sight of the closely-packed diners assimilated about the doorway.
True to their word, our names - or rather, mine - was called at the thirty-minute mark. A sigh of relief sweft over me: Elephant Grind was already proving different from Alchemy, where I had waited well upwards of their thirty-five minute estimation before obtaining a stool.
Nevertheless, my Iced Coffee was refreshing with a only a subtly acidic starting note.
A grand total of three front-line employees were managing the discord of the decorated diner at our time of visit. Amongst these three was the owner, who was spotted delivering freshly-crafted lattes from the bar on numerous occasions. We were served with patience, amiability, and utmost attention, despite the peak hour atmosphere. The female staff member, in particular, promptly followed up on our requests for water refills and even my sudden inquiry of the origins of Elephant Grind Coffee. She returned in a matter of minutes to enlighten us on the source of the name: a combination of the owner's son's favourite animal and the intermediate step of espresso production.
There is little to be noted of the bathroom, for my memory of it is strangely faint. The absence of a water dispenser was a more pressing concern to me. Given that the staff was swamped to begin with, installing a water station would greatly alleviate their load.
It would also spare me the hassle of having to tolerate local weekend drivers.