Now, here's a place that, to me, seemed almost a bit out of place in Michigan. Of course, I am not anything approaching an authority on what is or is not out of place in Michigan, but I do like to think I know a little bit about California... And I feel that this place could have been quite at home in Long Beach, or even Redondo. I will go so far as to venture that if you're reading this that you are not from where I'm from, so you may have to take my word on this. All I can say is that this place, for an hour or so, made me feel as though I could walk out on to the sidewalk and then walk home.
That, of course, shall speak to Toast's atmosphere.
As for the food? Well, holy hell... it was good. I wish I was a real food critic and had a larger bag of wordy tricks with which to describe my dining experiences, but unfortunately I do not. I am merely a lowly storyteller, who would just like you to know that the food here was... well, good. Quite good, actually. That, still, does not quite do justice to the idea I'm trying to convey, but it will have to do for now, because I have something infinitely more important to talk about.
The hot chocolate. Oh dear... the hot chocolate. The delicious steamy cocoa, with its mound of soft white whipped cream, and its shades of beautiful yet subtle flavor. If Titanic was the ship of dreams, this drink was the cup of it. Yes, the cup of chocolatey dreams. Dreams of pure happiness with a hint of hazelnut. I could have shed a tear when it was gone if not for the wonderful memories it had left behind in its wake. Oh Michigan, how I begrudge thee thy wondrous libation.
Reading the above paragraph, I feel that I probably can describe the food a bit better... but I've long since realized that my inspiration comes for only the most obscure of things. Still, though, having gotten my ode to the hot chocolate out of the way, I will bring Toast's food back up for a moment. The red potatoes were not quite amazing, but almost. I would choose grilled red potatoes over almost any other side every time, so I was ecstatic to see them on the menu. I also got a Belgium waffle with strawberries, which, for its part, may have been the best waffle of its kind I've ever had. To be fair, I may have only ever had one or two others... but still, it deserves the distinction. Dan, upon the recommendation of our Detroit host, opted for the biscuits and gravy. I'm told, by both of them, that they are probably the best biscuits and gravy on the planet. I'll never taste them, but I believe it with the blind faith that this place has given rise to in me.
Lastly, to the service. We were served by a man by the name of Russell, or "Russ". He was definitely one of the nicest people, let alone servers, I'd met in Michigan. He was friendly, funny, and above all very helpful. He gave the impression of actually caring that we not only enjoyed the food, but also enjoyed ourselves. That's kind of rare.
Anyway, people of Michigan, I hate you for having this place and not sharing it with me in California. Expect to see me again. read more