Friday fun: Food

I have become the type of person who is happy to make plans, then suffers regret when I have to show up to these plans.

It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with my friends–it’s just that the energy that needs to be expended to go out is sometimes too much.

That is, unless it’s food.

I admit it, I’m greedy and I like to eat. Sometimes I even like to cook. I like going out for lunch or dinner, but I adore brunch. Like, I love it. Like, just pick up the phone and say, “Shell, brunch?”

“Yo, where? I’m down.”

So, when my friends said they wanted to check out School Restaurant (70 Fraser Ave, Toronto, ON), I was ready with an empty belly. We traveled from the east end to a backstreet in King West Village. Of course, I checked the menu online (I never arrive to eat and haven’t reviewed the options) and I was pleased with the selection for their weekend brunch. I mean, flapjacks, French toast and chicken and waffles.

When we finally were seated (more on that later), I was excited to order and dig in. Why, you ask? I have been on a mission to find good chicken and waffles in this city. Lemme tell you, their Buttermilk Fried Chicken and Waffles with House Hot Honey Sauce + Brown Sugar Butter.

The before and after. Wonderful. It was amazing. The food was hot and fresh. The chicken was crispy and not greasy. The waffle was fluffy. The honey sauce was sweet–did I taste something spicy in there?

And a side of mimosa and hot coffee.


Yes, please and thank you.


The Safe Bet.

All four of us were happy–my friend and I had the chicken and waffles, my sister had The Safe Bet and our other friend had something healthy–I believe something with kale (with all that good food you choose kale? Girl, I guess).

Nevertheless, the food was glorious and my belly was full. A word to the wise, do not attempt to just drop by and think you’re going to get a seat without waiting damn near two hours, in your car. Where School is located there is nothing but a parking lot and the Loblaw Digital office.

So don’t expect to merrily jaunt from boutique to boutique in January’s frigid temps. If you drove, you’ll be shivering in your car or wasting your gas to stay warm. If you took transit or arrived via Uber…well, I wouldn’t suggest it.

The moral? Make a reservation and walk your happy butt right to a table and open your menu.

Or you can be like me a preview the menu before arriving so that you know EXACTLY what you need to eat before you arrive.

Happy Friday and happy eating 🙂


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