“With a hefty, happy appetite he’s a hefty, happy Pooh”
Heft. You want it in your french toast. You want it in your sausage. You want it in your eating-plates. You will get all three at The Toast Factory.
The ambience is welcoming and homey. It’s a giant open space, it is. With bike-themed decor and a little stove where you would warm your mid-morning tea when you’re solo winter hunting for Elk in the Yukon Territory.
One nifty and different detail about this place: it’s self serve. That means you can sit at your table if you want. You can even sit for hours and days! But when you’re ready to order something, you walk over to the point-of-sale system near the counter to order.
This we did. Take note: there are table menus but also a wall menu.
One of us got the vanilla sensation. One of us got the chicken wings atop. One of us got the original, but with a sausage for added heft.
The coffee arrived in hefty black mugs.
Soon thereafter, the food arrived. With the trusty real maple syrup hidden away in a pocket-within-a-pocket-within-a-pocket, the French toasts served admirably, and took their place beside their fathers, in whose mighty company they will certainly not be ashamed.
As can be seen from the photo, the sausage was the quintessence of heft. It was spicy. It was tasty. It was not like any other sausage at any of the other breakfast places we have been to!
The chicken wing variant of the French toast came with delicious yams atop. Yams, also known as sweet potatoes, are actually, apparently, quite a common thing to put atop French toast, and now we know that this is for good reason! New York Matinee called this a “playful, but mysterious little dish”; you’ll love it.
The food was delicious, appropriately apportioned, and was sufficiently filling, as breakfast should be.
Pro tip: be decisive, head up to the counter right away, and order quickly! You don’t want to get stuck behind a slowpoke!
Don’t miss: the sausage on the side!