Rumi (5198 rue Hutchison): I'm a big fan of dinner from Rumi. This summer, one of our favourite go-to lazy meals was ordering a bunch of dips for takeout (muhamarra, labneh, baba ghannouj, etc) and eating them out on the balcony. I'd heard good things about Rumi's brunch, so we finally decided to try it out. The restaurant was strangely empty. Normally an empty restaurant is slightly uncomfortable, but because the place is so warmly decorated with hanging plants and Turkish quilts and things, we weren't bothered by the empty tables. In retrospect maybe we should have taken it as a sign. Despite being the only customers, our orders took forever, and, when I finally got my food, we were told that the chef had overcooked Andrew's eggs and he would have to wait another 5 minutes. The 5 minutes stretched into 20, and by the time his food arrived, I was practically done my meal. The waiter didn't ask us once if we wanted any more coffee to drink, or bread or even how we were doing, and only at the end of the meal when I asked if he could waive the cost of the coffee because of the wait did he take the time to truly apologize. His excuse: "It's harder to serve when you don't have any customers." Really? I rarely get annoyed with waiters at restaurants, especially at brunch - I understand it's a shitty shift. I've read enough Anthony Bourdain to know that most restauranteurs hate brunch, period. But this experience really rankled me, to be honest. It was the worst brunch I've had in Montreal, and that's saying a lot.