After many attempts at transubstantiation the alchemists behind the bar at Parson's wrought the Negroni Slushie. Sunshine in a glass. Bitter, bitter sunshine.
The cinnamon buns here make Ann Sather's taste like they came out of an EZ-bake oven. Lemon icing, caraway, gooey deliciousness. Add some Ander's hash and eggs if you're craving protein.
If you're patient and resourceful you can find a couple of hidden utility outlets on the outdoor patio. Between that and the lovely coffee you'll be thoroughly fueled for the morning.
If getting my meticulously poured traditional cappuccino from a charming barista in a bowtie is wrong, then I don't want to be right.
If you can't figure out which kind of smoothie you'd like, pull a wild card and spring for the fresh sugar cane juice. It's less sweet and more flavorful than you might expect.
Look on the other side of the wine list for a robust selection of ciders. Then kick back and watch your footie like a proper Europhile.
Pick up a bottle of something tempting and bring it to one of the several nearby BYOB dining spots. If you don't see what you want, ask. They might just begin stocking it by the next time you're in.
Roti does a fine job of accommodating gluten-free options. The sultan sandwich is also especially regal.
The best plank of walleye pike I've had on any side of Lake Michigan. The steak is lovely too, but going to a place called Blue Fish for the turf seems to miss the point.
Once in a blue moon they do live music here, with complimentary party platters for the fans. It's as glorious as it sounds, and turns this sleepy corner of Bowmanville into a proper rock oasis.
