Reviewers say it out loud: this is the only place they'll order eggs Benedict. That comes with a condition — nothing here is sitting under a lamp waiting for you.
Smoked salmon, poached eggs, hollandaise. The one to judge a kitchen by.
Spiced, rich, and the reason people order a coffee refill before the plate lands.
Fried chicken under the hollandaise. Order it once and you'll stop reading the rest of the menu.
Not technically a benedict. Still the right answer if you want vegetables in the morning.
The jams are made in the kitchen, which is the small detail that tells you what kind of place this is.
Stand-in photos · the real plates get shot on a Sunday
The most common note in the reviews is the wait, and it's worth saying plainly: eggs get poached when you order them, hollandaise gets made, chicken gets fried. On a busy Sunday that is not fast.
So: come with an hour and a coffee, not with a parking meter running. People who plan for it leave writing five-star reviews; people who don't, don't.
A block off King, at the quiet end of Queen — walkable from anywhere downtown and easier to park near than the King Street brunch rooms.
Five days, breakfast hours only — the kitchen is off by two. Weekends fill; call ahead for a table.