Slayer is not black metal. I may not be a complete purist in the face of the genre but I know that Slayer is not and I don't know what the other stuff was but it was dancing (in a glammy way) too close to commercial radio-friendly metal for me and that is garbage. Thus began my experience at the 'Black Metal Brunch' in Kensington Market.
This is black metal. It may be a punkier strain, but it's there. You can taste it.
Aside from my natural and picky complaint about the songs, things seemed okay. The server came quickly and was easy to deal with. Menu choices are pretty standard fare for brunch and nothing fancy. It fit the loose feel of the place (it's a bar, really) and the looser clientele like Steve Goof and various other crust-punks from the neighbourhood having a joint out front. One of these guys had a Slayer patch on his denim vest so you know he's not hardcore. Or the wrong hardcore. He'd shit bricks with Wrest nearby.
Anyway, there was no coffee refill (stupid) and no sight of the water I ordered along with everything else which is one of the most frequent fuckups in the breakfast universe. Why? What's so tough with water? I'm fucking thirsty! It's morning! The meal itself was okay and cooked well enough although it's super simple and should be. Sausage and bacon with eggs and homefries (slightly cold) and toast. I chose poached and, like some other places, these guys go with that myth about vinegar in the water. I'm not sure what it's supposed to do but I've poached eggs with water and salt for years and they're fine. They don't taste vaguely like vinegar. These eggs did. That just ruins it for me.
My ingestion and digestion would have been greatly enhanced by a glass of cold water and actual black metal on the sound system. False advertising. I'd trust the guy selling the peelers across the street more in the future.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
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