(Blueberry) JAM packed dimanche....

Oh la la! Quelle surprise yesterday was... It started off with an impromptu brunch at Barrio (Queen St. E and Carlaw) with new fellow diners, in this order, wait for it... The Black Man, Perrogie (aka the Polish Sausage) and Hot Tamale rounding out the jolly quartet. I had a delectable Neptune Benedict crab cake ensemble, heaven disguised as brunch drenched with hollandaise sauce over two perfectly poached eggs served with white balsamically dressed arugula ($13). The ambience was simple and comfortable with navy blue banquettes lining the cream coloured walls decorated with avant-garde photographs. The well-kept fashonista in green, an ode to St. Patrick's Day I'm sure, The Black Man bemoaned of a lack of toast to his meal; the omelette special with steak and cheese ($12), only to be filled by a shmancy baguette and loaf of cornbread complete with homemade blueberry jam on the side, parfait! Honourable mentions are the Canadiana ($12) Sausage and Cheddar Eggs Benedict and the veggie and tomato omelette ($11) for Monsieur Perrogie. A well balanced meal which includes various allusions to bedroom shenanigans, permanently placed t-shirts and promises of Louis Vuitton chaussures is always a treat on a Sunday morn!
For dessert, the foursome strolled down to Ed's Real Scoop (Queen St. E. and Carlaw)served by the lovely Camille. Shoutouts to Mark, the chef, the creator of such mouth-watering creations as Burnt Marshmallow ice cream and the newest addition; STOUT flavoured ice cream! Fun and fabulous.

Off on the streetcar I went to visit with Cheeky Monkey at Future's Bakery and Cafe (Bloor St. W and Brunswick Ave), an old favourite from my undergrad haunts. Great vibe, sometimes too full, and teeming with idealistic minds discussing theories. Stuffed from the morning, I passed on the eye-drool fest of cakes and settled for a peppermint tea as Ms. Monkey and I laughed about the meaning of life and all its weird complexities....