August 4, 2010
The west side of Sixth St. at Lakeshore is an interesting corner. Most Lakeshore Villagers would think of it as the home of the eminently sketchy Konrad Lounge. That’s a sad story in itself—a dirt bar that got a modern makeover on a reality TV show but didn’t manage to shake the old clientele— but that’s not what I’m here to talk about.
A few doors down Lakeshore is The Village Butcher, a gourmet delicatessen. And if you keep walking around the corner up Sixth, past the Konrad, you’ll find Around The Corner, a new boutique breakfast place owned by the village Butcher folks.
It’s probably the only place in the city you’re going to find Duck-Duck Hash. That’s right, hash browns made with pulled duck meat.
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June 16, 2010
In direct contrast to our previous installment of Dundas Dining, the staff at Junction breakfast-place, Littlefish, know how to deal with a busy day.
We arrived and there were no free tables. That had something to do with arriving at a brunch-centric restaurant at noon on a Sunday. Not being idiots, we didn’t really expect to get a table and were prepared to move on. We were informed it’d be no more than a fifteen minute wait and theyd bring us coffees to the waiting couch, if we wanted. We wanted.
So we sat on the comfy but hideous blue couch and watched every single hipster from the Junction eat breakfast. The young folk were hipsters, the older yuppie couples were hipsters, even the families with young children were hipsters. It was a hip place. The kids sitting across from us talked about Mogwai a lot. We waited for our coffees.
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July 18, 2009
The Purple Onion is a Hindu parable which explains why onions make us cry (so says Google). It’s a bit of a strange moniker for a steakhouse, but so many businesses have taken the name perhaps it’s a moot point (or “moo point” as Joey from Friends would say). And perhaps during dinner hours their steaks are covered in sautéed onions. We went for breakfast, there were no onions involved.
Upon entering we saw that it was almost full. There were only two tables left, a table for two uncomfortably near the door and a booth in the back. Mandi said, “Do you think they’ll let us sit in the booth?” I said, “No, it’s too busy.”
But I was pleasantly surprised to be gingerly asked, as if we’d take offence to the idea, if we’d like to sit in the booth near the back. We said yes and Mandi gloated.
Mandi ordered bacon and eggs, substituting tomatoes for the hash-browns. I couldn’t resist ordering the “bacon platter.” Though I knew it wouldn’t be, I was hoping for a mountainous array of various bacons of the world. Instead it was one more piece of bacon (five) than Mandi got and no eggs. Which is exactly what I wanted anyways. Mandi said her eggs were good. My hash-browns were excellent. Mandi’s toast was “really good” whereas mine was cold as it had to wait for Mandi’s for some reason.
Though it took a while to get to us, the coffee was actually the best we’ve had on the Dundas strip. It outclasses the supposed “real” coffee shops. Though, to be fair, we still haven’t actually had any of the Rebas coffee.
The service and food were both on the high side of good, though not extraordinary. I am definitely interested in seeing what their dinner hours have to offer.
4.5 purples out of 5 onions.
May 10, 2009
The Axis Bar and Grill is pretty much a bar and grill as advertised. Though it has nothing to do with Hitler and Mussolini and has a tad more upscale atmosphere than a bunker or Archie Bunker’s Place for that matter. The ceiling is painted a lovely shade of blue which looks purple above the red lights hanging over the bar. There were nice curtains. The tables were like tables in any bar. It’s a 50/50 nice kind of place. It’s a date/business meeting pub, not a brawling pub. But the kind of date or business meeting where you want to look like you’ve got your thumb on the pulse of the street’s artery of artiness yet not too arty. There’s a patio which seems to get a lot of action.
We sat down on Mother’s Day during brunch hours which accounted for the extremely long wait for our fruit plate and french toast. Mandi’s fruit plate was “good” and my french toast was almost excellent. It had a cinnamon batter which was very tasty, but the bread used was of the Wonderbread Texas Toast variety. If it had been made with an actual bakery bread, it would have been the best french toast I’ve ever had. Instead, it wasn’t. It was okay. Generous portions of bacon and sausage make up for the discrepancy about 13.7%. Mandi’s fruit plate came with the most bizarre “pre-cored” pineapple which was worth the price in amusement. The coffee was of strangely high-quality. We had three cups each. Pricing was standard.
When we seated ourselves, we didn’t realize we were sitting on the “stage” and as we ate, the boogie-woogie piano jazz band set up around us. It was a strange experience but not as awkward as Mandi expected it to be. Especially since she sort of knew the drummer whom she described as a “douchebag” and I observed, was. He wore loafers and ankle socks. WTF? I got to observe his ankle close-up since they were about six inches from my own, beating the time. There was also some kind of shaker stuffed in the loafer. As I said, Mandi called it correctly.
Being brunch on Mother’s Day it’s difficult to say if the atmosphere would be different on an average Thursday or Friday night. We suspect it’s quite different and may return for a contrasting view. We expect it to be darker with more beer and less coffee, but an equally as middle-of-the-road pub experience.
3 mehs out of 5.