We have passed by the Yellow Door a few times, always remarking how we should give it a try.
So, Sunday morning, not wanting to ruin our new-found brunch tradition, we made a reservation and headed on over.
In the midst of snow-covered roads and shoveled sidewalks, the yellow door is like a beacon of light, drawing you into something that is (hopefully) bright and warm. A welcome change these days.
The interior was pleasantly modern and welcoming. Yellow flowers sit at each diner’s table, which add a pop of colour to the black and white décor.
Not immediately starving, we decided to scope out the daily brunch buffet.
There were piles of mini quiches.
Mini cocottes with lemon meringue pancakes and lemon curd.
Pans of ruben sandwiches, eggs benny, ham, and scrambled eggs.
And a variety of healthier options such as oatmeal (with all the fixings), yogurt parfait, fruit, and pastries.
Each dish was cocooned in its own colourful Le Creuset cookware.
We sat back down at the table and perused through the menu, deciding whether we would order a la carte or indulge in the elaborate buffet.
I realized that I likely couldn’t eat enough to make my buffet share worth it, and I really just wanted eggs, bacon, and toast.
Cole, however, locked right in on the duck.
We warmed up with hot coffee (and a creamer full of Baileys..more than enough for a few more cups).
While waiting, we received a breakfast smoothie – a cranberry and apple concoction.
^ It was a little sour for me – but Cole eagerly drank mine ^
Out came our breakfasts. Fresh poached eggs sitting a top duck confit, baby potato hash, peppers and onions.
Each forkful was a gooey, warm mess. Perfect for a cold Sunday moring.
Light and fluffy scrambled eggs, sweet chewy bacon, rye bread, and salty little hasbrowns.
We happily feasted away.
A great spot if you’re looking for an upscale brunch (without paying those outrageous upscale prices).