The definition varies for everyone. What’s your ideal brunch?
There is nothing better to me than being able to wake without an alarm on the weekend. Get the Saturday paper off the front steps, and enjoy it over a cup of coffee and some easy breakfast. Ease in to the day.
That would be my perfect Saturday. But my perfect Sunday? Brunch! And eggs Benedict at that.
I am a self-proclaimed eggs benedict connoisseur – this is true. Also one of the many reasons I could never be a true, life vegan. While I can do without a lot of things dairy, there is nothing more quintessential to my taste buds than the combination of hollandaise and a poached egg, placed on a bed of spinach, and a toasty english muffin. Mmm. I’m getting hungry just thinking about it.
Once the weather warms up again, I’ll continue my quest to try all the eggs benny this city has to offer. I know what you’re thinking, and of course I plan on writing about it. Bailey loves Benny.
So far, my favourite comes from By the Way Cafe, a restaurant found in the Annex, on the corner of Bloor and Brunswick. Served seven days a week (bonus for those mid-week benny cravings) they add dill to the hollandaise. I always order the florentine (spinach), but they do a traditional benny, and one with salmon as well. Sided with potatoes, which compliment perfectly, and a few pieces of fruit. If you dine, ask for their homemade hot sauce. The cafe has a lot of Middle Eastern cuisine, and their hot sauce is infused with flavour, and just the right amount of kick.
I swear they’re not paying me to write this (but it would be really nice if they were). I have many photos of my past bennies, but for this blog, I’ll post my most recent one. It’s from yesterday.

Perfection on a plate.
So, my perfect Saturday is a lazy, slow to start day, that is the equivalent of being woken up by daylight and casually stretching your arms over your head, knowing the day ahead of you will be easy breezy.
But my perfect brunch? An hour to myself at By the Way, with my benny, my Moleskine, and an endless cup of coffee.
This post was written on a Sunday afternoon while wearing the comfiest clothes, drinking coffee, and snacking on a fresh cinnamon scone from Cobs bakery.