The Beaver Cafe (1192 Queen St W): You can generally count on finding a place here on a Saturday morning if your other options are too busy, even if it's at the bar. A little pricy for the portions, but you don't leave feeling like you've ingested a pound of grease. Their steamed eggs are divine, as is the fig preserve that comes in small metal pots for the toast. I like the avocado sandwiches. The Beaver is one of those weird breakfast places that doesn't serve regular coffee, just espresso and Americanos. I don't understand this, other than the fact that it means we pay $2.50 for one cup of caffeine. Anyway, I'll forgive it. They play Teenage Fanclub.