I just can’t say enough nice things about the brunch at Fressen. La S was concerned at first by the lack of egg on the menu, but the massive plate of scrambled tofu, 75 different vegetables, crispy fried tempeh, and 11 types of fruit turned her right around. And did I mention the mini carrot-zuchini muffins served in lieu of bread? No I don’t think I did. The mini-muffins alone are worth the walk down Queen street. Fressen understands the hunger that runs with the wolves.
There is something a little extra relaxing about knowing that no part of your meal caused any animal to feel even the slightest discomfort at having to so much as step aside to make way for you to get to the table. It is pleasant to munch on veggie things and imagine a special roost of nearly medievally free range chickens unsuspectingly running around somewhere in Provence instead of mentally apologizing to the prematurely wizened conveyor belt chickens that are the staple of contemporary Canadian brunch.
Cheeses uneaten: parmesan, cheddar, mozarella, feta
Eggs unbeaten: scrambled, stir-fried with veg
Uncheese enjoyed: melty white cheez sauce
Alternate Source of Life-Sustaining Grease Consumed at 1 am: Olive oil (with balsamic & bread), walnuts, almonds
Publication not picked up at the Price Chopper: Pleasure of Cheese
Food consumed that possibly had hidden butter or eggs: cookies
Mystery cheesy smell lingering in kitchen: Gone!
Missing it: Nope.
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