Brunch: Czehoski & La Palette

I’ve always aspired to be a regular bruncher. There’s something about a combined breakfast and lunch that draws me– a sort of implied easy elegance, a promise of a gigantic meal with no guilt whatsoever (it’s TWO meals combined into one!)

But where to go in Toronto? Reviews are always hard to gauge, since even the most highly recommended place will still have a daunting pack of naysayers floating behind it. I have a few friends that I trust implicitly with food (including GB, but he’s a vegetarian so his word is limited), but brunch seemed to be uncharted territory.

So, after a night out, my friend SM and I were determined to have a lovely Sunday brunch.

Honestly? It was everything I had hoped for. Maybe it was because I was used to spending Sunday mornings hungover in bed, wishing that Starbucks delivered, flashing with irritation every time my phone would ring. But being forced to get out of the house in a nice outfit, actually getting that cappuccino I so often wished for, and walking downtown to a cute brunch spot was exactly what I pictured a breezy Sunday morning to be like.