Aunties & Uncles

74 Lippincott St. 416.324.1375

Oh how I love you and your grouchy service. Aunties & Uncles brunch is 100% where it’s at.

It’s located on Lippincott just up from College a block East of Bathurst. They have a small patio that’s open in the spring and summer and it’s always packed for brunch on the weekends.

The layout is really quaint. Two floors of a house is exactly what it is, and they play up that quality by making you feel like you’re eating in a home. There’s no rhyme or reason to the tables and the kitchen is almost flush with the door so that you have to shimmy around it to the left or right when you’re shown to your table. All the cutlery, mugs, and dish ware are mix matched like my grandmother’s house and the service is just as casual.

They’re known for two things at Aunties & Uncles: their potatoes (made with this awesome mayo/dijon sauce) and the challah bread they serve with almost everything. It’s total soul food. French toast made with challah and served with poached pear. Oh god, mouth orgasm.

The servers are like cats, they love you if you allow them their independence from you. When they are taking your order or recommending a dish, they’re great, but the ball is in their court in terms of when they serve you and how long you’ll wait. It’s no matter because just like cats, when they’re in the mood, it’s worth it. All the waiters make great suggestions and are pretty happy people over all who seem to enjoy their jobs and each other.

Who frequents? UofT students in hangovers and jogging pants (I frown on the latter publicly in case you’re wondering) a lot of indie-rock types in beards and sweaters, and people who know how to keep a secret. This is the second time I blabbed to the internerd about it, so I might get banned, but it’s jut so damn good, I had to tell someone.

If you’re gonna go, bring a paper, you might wait in line for a while, and don’t try to deek them out by showing up early and saving a table for friends, they’ll make you wait till the whole group is there before seating you, which leaves everyone in line frantically texting their friends to haul ass. Still, it’s not so long a wait that you can’t survive it, and I usually strike up a conversation in line to pass the time, thank god there’s no snobbery in that department either.