We headed to the Danforth, a district that I've graced only once and coincidentally amidst the worst snowstorm of the year.
A narrow white sheet was bestowed upon us shortly after being seated.
- Soup of the Day: Rutabaga with Green Apple
- Roasted Pork Belly on a Pork Fat Bun, Rutabaga Slaw, House Pickles and Chilli Aioli + Greens
- Venison Tourtiere with Salad
- Smoked Cheddar Tartine with Grilled Asparagus and Sesame on Sourdough + Egg, Greens >
My own Smoked Cheddar Tartine didn't fall too far behind either. With grilled asparagus, pink pickled vegetables, and a fitting amount of melted cheese, I was pleased to discover a combination of complex flavours that provided satisfaction without satiation. The sourdough slab was crisp and tasty, though again a challenge to cut or bite into.
All factors taken into consideration, the brunch session concluded on a positive note. That said, the ordeal ended without the emergence of a defining element, a piece of the two-hour experience that succeeded in leaving a lasting impression. We departed feeling content, but devoid of a reason to trek the distance again.
The duo of cookie cream puffs went unsampled by yours truly.
Located at the southeast intersection of College (Carlton) and Jarvis, it was an unsuspecting spot for a flourishing flower garden. Nonetheless, it did wonders in livening the atmosphere of the area, which was otherwise infested with a zombie-like, homeless population.