Since Mars made the list, it should be fair to add Three’s Company at Pape and Danforth. Not the best in the city but certainly better tasting than what Mars served us at the Beach a few weeks ago. Mars did not toast the English muffin. Instead, drenched it in water dripping down from the eggs. The home fries, along with the presentation, were utterly forgettable.
“…beautiful views, fantastic natural setting and GREAT restaurants” was what our smooth agent of real estate intravenously fed us throughout our search for a house in the Beach.
Based on recommendation, first visit - Nevada for brunch. Now, here is testament to know your neighbors before running off to check out their hot spots. (or was it the upheaval of our move, which prompted a cruel payback?) Nevada serves a wannabe brunch in a manner of indifference. The aftertaste of the hollandaise sauce slopped on top of the fixings of the Eggs Benedict stayed with me for the better part of the day. Home fries were deep fried and tasteless. The texture of the apparently homemade burger, my partner’s sad choice, closely resembled something one would use for paneling in an ill advised attempt to execute a quick flip of a Beach home.
Cottage on the Beach was another disappointment. The Eggs Benedict was priced slightly lower than at Nevada but that was the only discernable difference with the exception of the all-around-over-the- fruit sprinkling of parsley. At least the place was clean and the lonely server pleasant.
Tried Ci Vediamo for lunch but do not go there – we told our friends but some people just won’t listen. They chose a similar fair and complained that the tortellini soup had to come out of a can or at least was made by a base not fit for human consumption. The salad dressing was so sour it made their other hole pucker and the grilled vegetable sandwich provided a trickling effect on the chin – an undesired sensation, safe to say.
Thought of Michelle’s Beach House but here is the thing: the images my mind plays of the regularly advertised Monday’s Manicure and Lunch party does put me off. For dinner, I do not mind paying $25.00 for a tuna salad but I would like to sit on a chair fit for the occasion…something adult like.
I have a lot more to say but here is the end. I hope there is hope in the Beach and restaurants, which offer real meals made of real ingredients. Where are the Beach restaurants without the SYSCO connection? Where are the ones our agent promised to which we could walk? - no, I am certain she did not mean a hike.