If brunch were a sport, Toronto would win. Every time. We love it, we line up for it, we side-eye your table while we wait for it, and it’s all worth it. From hole-in-the-wall spots with tiny tables, to pubs with $3 Caesars, it’s not Sunday morning (or afternoon) if you aren’t having brunch.
As soon as the snow melts, and until it starts falling again, you will find us drinking on patios.
3. Complaining about gentrification
There’s nothing we love more than to complain about a sketchy 'hood getting a Starbucks, thereby turning into an area you might actually want to, ugh, spend time in.