Grapefruit Moon, (968 Bathurst): I was more partial to this place than Andrew solely due to our waiter, who, with his full beard, looked like a younger version of one of my uncles in Greece. I'm easy like that. It's definitely patio brunch season, and we sat outside. The food was good - the rarebit breakfast is poached eggs with cheddar sauce on multigrain toast. All eggs are free-range, and the breakfast quesadillas looked delicious. The coffee was a bit weak, and we got impatient waiting for our bill, but I would definitely go again.
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