The George Street Diner
Passing by George so many times and seeing all the high-rises popping up all around, we felt we really needed to check it out in case it might be gone some day soon. There are not too many vintage diners left in the city core, and we sure hope this one will not be erased in the gentrification process.
An elongated freestanding building with bight red painted brick exterior and beaux-arts inspired wordmark drawn in white in a bit lower than expected, appealed to bold elegance. It was definitely grabbing a lot of attention from the street, we have biked past this local landmark numerous times and promised ourselves to enjoy a breakfast before work here one day.
We were welcomed by light Elvis and Sinatra songs and our entrance was as if it was an intro to a vintage movie scene. Our paced walk through a row of patrons expecting to be awaken by their morning fare was only missing a gritty cop with his partner bickering over last night's case to be blue screen worthwhile. The space was long, with plenty of windows to glance at the people rushing to work. A fresh, blue countertop and circular yellow bar stools was the other seating option for patrons walking in.
With menus to the side of our booth, held together by hanger hooks on the sides and the seducing women illustrated on them, we weren’t sure what did we come to George for. The art had a vintage nativité to it. One of the illustration was almost as if it was a The Hudson’s Bay ad.
While we waited for our dishes to arrive from our laminate tabletop booth table, we marveled at the random details in a diner which seemed to have accumulated over time. One which particularly caught my eye was the old roller skates over the fridge surrounded by beer bottles. Wonder if there was a skating rink around here back in the day or if the office crowd commuted to work using these.
We picked a hearty Irish Breakfast - 2 organic eggs, sausage, seared tomatoes, baked beans, home fries. The dish itself was alright, but what made it remarkable was the warm Irish soda bread. There is something to the smell of baking soda, that really works our tastebuds.
Frittata was our second choice, which our waitress explained as crustless quiche. Organic eggs, home fries and daily ingredients including spinach, mushrooms and cheese were all present. The frittata was thick with an almost spongy texture. We both enjoyed it, however the serving size was a bit overwhelming.
With hearty dishes in our belly, we were ready to start our workday. Service was very quick and George diner was surprisingly busy for a Thursday morning. We overheard a finance conversation taking place at one of the tables and a lady cop enjoying a meal with her friend nearby - very diverse crowd overall.