I don't know what it is about the West End, but they love their diners. Within minutes of each other is Westcliffe, Johnny's and of course, Cosy. This was my last stop to complete the WEDT (West End diner trifecta).
Located just off of Oxford, barely more than a stone's throw away from Westcliffe, Cosy is your typical Mediterranean mom and pop diner - big breakfast section on the menu (all breakfasts served all day, so bonus points), diner mainstays like fish and chips, burgers, even old school liver and onions, plus some Lebanese fare on the back of the menu. The restaurant (snack bar?) itself could be described as minimalist if it wasn't for the plethora of Habs paraphernalia on everything. Everything. There's the diner classics of the tall sugar container and napkin holder at the table, as well as booths and tables, and a handful of short stools at the counter. There was an interesting small crowd of regulars chatting about their construction jobs and the recent release, I assumed scheduled and completely legal, of one's brother from jail. Again.
I wasn't sure what to get and this was my first meal of the day so I went with a good gauge, their 3x3x3 breakfast - three eggs, thee pieces of bacon and three sausages. There's also three slices of toast, but like the word 'and' in an acronym, it isn't worth official recognition. Homefries complete this hearty plate. I got whole wheat bread (gotta watch my waist!) and sunny side up eggs for the most yolk-dipping factor. It was a short wait of reading the news while I tried to make sure it didn't look like I was listening to the sketchy conversation going on next to me, and soon my plates were in front of me. That's right, that's plateS, plural, because the toast wouldn't fit on the one plate with all the other food.
The eggs had nice lacey edges from the griddle, but were still soft on top and begging to have toast and home fries dipped in the rich, runny yolks. The home fries looked to be hand-cut, almost like steak fries but not quite as long or thick. They're not bad; good flavour but just a bit less crispy than I would have preferred. The bacon was cooked with a deft hand, coming out at just the right level of crispy; it was hard to spread the pieces out throughout the meal and not just have them all at once, a typical bacon problem I suppose. The breakfast sausage links had a crisp, golden brown skin, and juicy meat inside. They were a respectable size too, not the super tiny ones that you see at some shameful places. The toast was plentiful, and while it was only Ben's bread and not from a "toastery", it was toasted evenly and made for good yolk-transportation vessels. The coffee wasn't anything to write home about, but it perked me up and they offered a couple free refills over the course of the meal.
The West End may not have the hustle and bustle of downtown or the booming scene of the gentrifying North End, but it's got three damn good diners for good, honest comfort food. read more