I've been to the general area around Union a few times already (the most recent trip being for Toronto Kpop Con), but I never had a chance to properly explore it.
The Eaton Centre is actually a shopping centre I've stepped foot in only a mere couple times, so I was considerably satisfied when I finally got the opportunity to leisurely check out what it had to offer.
(As I didn't actually take any photos while inside the mall, here are some visuals that were captured en route and from the previous day, including a Caramel Ribbon Crunch Frappuccino and a Green Tea Frappuccino w/ Chocolate Chips, Peppermint Syrup, and the Caramel Crunch topping - Yum!)
We waited for about forty minutes before we finally made it to the glass display window. At this point I was finally able to capture a few shots of the shop, and not just simply the backs of other customers' heads.
The Toronto store currently only carries the original Japanese Cheesecake and Madeleine Honey Cakes, but I'm hoping that the Matcha Cheesecake will arrive soon.
To be honest, I had never felt so powerful to hold up a paper bag with the face of a bald, bespectacled ojii-san before. It was like showing off the fruits of one's labour, except that this was just an insane amount of waiting. Nonetheless, I felt the need to gloat in front of the gradually expanding lineup as we moved on to our next destination.
But the weird thing was: we weren't invited to dine in the other area upon arriving to find a full house.
Though I had scanned their menu briefly, I hadn't read any of the yelp reviews prior to this visit. I probably should have, as I did not expect the service I received.
To put it bluntly, their customer service was just plain lousy.
We were told that it would probably be another fifteen minutes before a table would be available, but weren't told why the other area wasn't open for dining in as yet. Slightly famished, we sat down in a small corner of the cafe usually reserved for purchasing takeout drinks and waited.
Two girls rose from their table a few minutes later; I yielded a small jump of joy.
But no one went to clean the table.
Minutes passed, and the only waitress taking orders was still absent-mindedly zooming by the cluttered table with no intention of cleaning it whatsoever.
At first, I wasn't sure what to make of this. I thought, "Is this not the waitress' job?". I later realized that was just how Mabu Station operated, consequently becoming even more amazed at how one could appear so busy despite only having a maximum of 9 tables filled. And it wasn't like customers were calling on the one girl all the time anyways - they were just on the phones most of the time!
After what seemed like a solid ten minutes, our table was ready. It was a rather dim table, situated right beside the cashier and within close proximity of the kitchen. The lighting wasn't the greatest, and background movement was constant, but at least we were finally seated.
The items we ordered came out decently quickly, though the waitress that just got on her shift forgot to bring our water around twice. At least she was more sincere than the other girl though.
The fillings consisted of an extremely large dollop of cream and small bits of mango and durian for each respective pancake. Substantially larger chunks were found in the durian one, while the mango contained more cream than mango.
Neither crepe-like pancake exterior contained any flavour, despite its excessively artificial colour; the fillings themselves weren't great, but they didn't prove to taste any more different than fruit topped with whipped cream. I would've preferred a greater amount of mango chunks in the mango pancake and, perhaps, a smaller piece of durian next time.
While waiting for the other items to arrive, we decided to try a slice of the cheesecake we had endured an hour of standing for.
The rest of our desserts arrived shortly.
The pudding was on the sweet side and nothing formidable, but still good enough that I would order it again.
The Mabu Honey Toast with Ice Cream was the last to arrive, which was to be expected given its extravagance. It was constructed from a tower of lightly sugared, cubed toast, topped with ice cream, drizzled with more ice cream sauce, chocolate chips, and corn flakes, and dusted with cappuccino powder. It was almost a shame to devour it, but its alluring fragrance was too much to bear.
The toast pieces were undeniably crispy, but not to the point where they were hard and flaky. I found it amazing how they hadn't become soggy yet despite the enormous amount of ice cream that had dumped on top.
Digging further, I discovered that, sandwiched in the middle of the toast pieces, there was a warm, sugary custard.
The honey toast was great, even though it was incredibly sweet. Had they allowed for the lessening of sugar levels, this would probably be my go-to dessert to share with friends. (Does it not resemble the bubble tea shop version of dessert fondue?)
Okonomiyaki was also ordered for takeout as the desserts proved themselves worthy.
The last time I had CoCo's 3 Brothers Milk Tea was during my Taiwan trip last summer, so I was beyond ecstatic upon discovering CoCo's existence within the 50-kilometre area. I can almost see myself visiting Finch a lot more frequently than before as a result of this discovery (ahahaha).