On Canada Day weekend, Martin and I embarked on a road trip. The plan was to go to Thousand Islands. We ended up at Barry’s Bay way up north. I still have no clue how it happened, I guess road trips have a mind of their own.
On our way to somewhere we stopped in Peterborough. I would have nothing to write about it had we not decided to go to Electric Garden Cafe. We were looking for a place to have dinner and found this gem amongst many other restaurants. The only problem was that when we went there, it was closed for the private party. The owner was so upset over the fact that we were looking forward to eating there, that he gave us a big slice of his rum cheesecake.
He told us to come for brunch the next day. We said that probably not as we were planning on leaving early in the morning. But it was vacation, and road trip. Who gets up early on vacation anyway? We woke up at 11 and rushed to have the best brunch in our lives.
The cafe is owned by a very charming couple, they love what they are doing, and they are treating you as if they have known you for years. It should be called Eclectic Garden Cafe as it has mismatching furniture, all sorts of art and mirrors on the walls. Ella Fitzgerald and Edith Piaf were a great background for our Eggs Benedict and Blueberry Pancakes. It was fresh, it was decadent, it was worth coming to Peterborough.