Sunday, January 27, 2008

MITZI'S SISTER (1554 Queen St. W.)

THE UPPER CRUST: Chris, Tomas, Adam & Amelie



Mitzi's Sister is just that; her younger, hipper, significantly more social sister. Don't be confused though. She's the kind of girl who knows more about her dad's generation of music than he does, and unlike Mitzi, who's sitting at home sipping on lemon grass tea and listening to old 45's (not that there's anything wrong with that), sis still hasn't lost the novelty of loud music and partying until the wee hours of the morning. Mitzi herself is the kind of girl you'd take home to mom, whereas, Mitzi's Sister is ace in the sack. It all comes down to what you're looking for. And if you do decide you'd rather the freak than the frump, you'll find her in Parkdale, on Queen West, somewhere between Lansdowne and Roncesvalles.

2 eggs
sourdough toast

THE FOOD: Undeniably the highlight of our visit. The rule to ordering at Mitzi's Sister: Just cause it's not on the brunch menu, doesn't mean it doesn't exist. The portions were nothing to die for (and sparse even in comparison to Mitzi's Café), but the quality of the meal superseded our expectations just as it did at the café. With only one slice of sourdough toast (not nearly enough) and only 2 slices of bacon (?!) a point may have been lost, but was quickly made back by the potatoes alone.
Everyone Side-Note: Don't dump the Matouk's scotch bonnet hot sauce on your plate like you might Frank's. However tasty, it's a 7.5/10 on the make you fuckin' sweat scale.

THE PRICE: Seeing as the price and the fare were pretty much identical between sisters, I won't waste my time writing the same thing over and will simply quote Mitzi's Café review; "The price was pretty standard, could have a been a buck or two cheaper, but nothing to write slam poetry over."
Ps- On the topic of slam poetry, Saul Williams just dropped a new album; The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of Niggy Tardust! This shit is fucking grimey! Produced by Trent Reznor, Niggy Tardust is laden with punk and industrial undercurrents, infused with poetic hip-hop genius and a far cry from the Rick Ruben produced Saul of the past. Go download it already.

THE SERVICE: Our server, although friendly (gaining her the bulk of her rating), definitely could have stepped up her game a notch and didn't quite meet any of our expectations (which aren't generally set too high as you may have noticed). The coffee (and food for that matter) took forever and a day, the people who arrived after us got their grub well before we did and my knife didn't appear to have even been washed.
"Ewww. It looks like there's mayo on it."- Amelie

THE AMBIANCE: Mitzi's Sister appears to be a bar by definition and a breakfast joint by default whether that's the case or not. Like Aris and Musa before it, it is very dimly lit and as hangover friendly as they come. With an odd mix of Queen West hipsters, young urban couples (there were no less than 4 strollers in the place) and a family or two, Mitzi's Sister draws in quite an eclectic weekend brunch crowd. The patio in the summer is pretty key and other notabilities are the cliché mash of mix-matched mugs (try and say that five times fast), foot-long teaspoons and walls adorned à la uninspired art gallery, or as Tomas put it, "There's some nice shitty art in this place."

As the famous author Anonymous once said, "Sisters are different flowers from the same garden." This could not be more true than with Mitzi's Café & Mitzi's Sister. Where the café has cieling-high windows and bright natural lighting, the sis has low wattage pendant lights hanging from the ceiling; and where the café has a cook manning a griddle in an open kitchen, the sis has a bartender manning a bottle in a fully licensed bar. Ultimately it comes down to the food to really show you the extent to which they're related. Whether you're an early riser looking for a sunny morning coffee or a hungover waste-case in need of a dimly lit caesar, the standard of eats is the same across the board. Go grab a root; there's a Mitzi's for either mood.

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