Bread and Butter: The Breakfast Plate
Bread and Butter: The Breakfast Plate
Price: 18$ + tax
Location: Mount Pleasant road, TO
Nestled along the charming Mount Pleasant Road, just a stone’s throw from Davisville, lies a breakfast haven that beckons with warmth and simplicity: Bread and Butter. Picture a place where breakfast delights unfold until 4 pm, where the aroma of sizzling bacon tantalizes your senses, and every bite promises to be a celebration of flavor.
A year ago, I stumbled upon this culinary gem and was instantly captivated by its unpretentious charm. If you’re a carb enthusiast like me, the name itself is a beacon, guiding you to a haven of morning delights. Bread and Butter isn’t just a breakfast joint; it’s a symphony of savory goodness that transcends the ordinary.
The memory lingered in my mind for a year, and fate, in the form of a sudden breakfast craving, led me back to this quaint spot while driving along Mount Pleasant Avenue. As if destined, a parking spot appeared, and I knew I had to answer the call of Bread and Butter once again.
Entering the cozy establishment, I could practically taste the nostalgia in the air. My order was a no-brainer – bacon, eggs, toast, crispy hashbrowns, and a cup of robust black coffee. In a mere five minutes, my table was adorned with a breakfast masterpiece. The eggs were perfection, the bacon thick and hearty, the toast a golden delight, and the taters – a crunchy symphony of flavors. This was no ordinary breakfast; it was a culinary crescendo, a harmony of ingredients expertly orchestrated to satisfy the most discerning morning palate.
So, whether you’re a local seeking a new breakfast haunt or a visitor on the hunt for morning ecstasy, Bread and Butter is more than just a name; it’s a promise of an unforgettable breakfast experience that will have you coming back for more.
At the stroke of 10 am, my breakfast cravings peaked, and there I was, seated at Bread and Butter, diving into a hearty morning feast. Eight minutes later, my plate was an empty, a testament to the irresistible allure of their breakfast creations. And, as if orchestrated by a breakfast symphony conductor, my coffee cup received not one, but two refills – a testament to the attentive service that accompanied the delightful flavors. With contentment in my belly, I lingered an extra fifteen minutes, soaking in the sweet ambiance of this breakfast haven. It was an immersive experience, a morning ritual that transcended the act of eating into a sensory celebration.
However, my blissful ignorance met its match as reality hit on my way back to the car. A peculiar scent, a mix of oven grease and savory oils, wafted into my awareness. Suddenly, the enchanting aroma that had surrounded me inside had become an unexpected part of my ensemble. I chuckled at the irony – I now smelled like a walking breakfast menu, a fragrant mix of bacon, taters, and grease. A smell that I cannot endure for the whole day and a smell that will undoubtedly attract a lot of dogs my way.
Regrettably, my plans for a day outdoors took an unexpected turn. Fate, with a mischievous grin, redirected me home for an unplanned shower. As I reluctantly headed back, I couldn’t help but appreciate the lingering scent of a breakfast well-enjoyed, even if it meant an unforeseen detour on my day’s agenda.
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