Before heading out to the swap with Lauren, we went for Brunch at Machiavelli. And I’ve been back every week since. It’s amazing, seriously.
I have a hard time eating out, because of my gluten issues, and lactose intolerance. I let the server know when we sat down, and she brought out gluten-free toast. Normally, I expect to have things left off my meal entirely, but the executive chef went out of her way to make my meal spectacular. Every week, they concoct a new menu of three items, and every one of them sounds absolutely amazing. Here are a few of my meals:
Lauren’s Chorizo egg & Salsa Verde. I didn’t get to taste this, but she assured me it was amazing.
My crepe BLT. I can’t eat crepes, so the chef made me a paper-thin omelette to wrap the spicy BLT in!
Julie’s steak and egg, two weeks ago.
It may have been good.
My morning tacos. The tortilla was corn, and the flavour was amazing.
OKOK, and maybe the best best best part of brunch at Machiavelli, is the finale sucree. Dessert with breakfast, y’all. It’s brilliant. They always manage to make me something amazing.
So I totally regret not going to this place before, and I’m intensely looking forward to a dinner there. It has the feel of a tiny local neighbourhood spot, but the food is all super high quality, full of imagination and skill. You should go. Now. Go now! Go!