The lone waitress at Joe Café reminds me of the “Soup Nazi” from Seinfeld… If you happen to say the wrong thing or look at her the wrong way, you’re screwed. I’ve seen her make customers wait the entire time I ate my breakfast just to get coffee. No joke.
Regardless, the service is always slow as molasses going downhill in January and the décor is what I can only describe as “rundown hippy”, but it still tops the list of Mat and mine’s favourite breakfast spots. We love it! Sunday mornings at Joe are the best. Each plate is prepared with care, the breakfast potatoes can’t be beat and the coffee – when you finally get it – is delicious. Plus, the prices are very fair.
I also think there is something about waiting for our food that makes the Joe Café experience special for Mat and me. It forces us to slow down and chill out. How often does that happen? Almost never in my case. It seems like there is always something I am late in doing… It’s nice to just sit and enjoy each other’s company. And the fact that we had to get to know the waitress and her quirks makes us feel like Joe is our spot. Once you figure that out, you’re golden. It’s your ticket to the best bacon-egg bagel sandwich, fluffy raisin bread french toast and extra-shot lattes.