"...as plate after plate of fluffy poached eggs, cartilaginous peameal, and lakes of sunshiney goo continued to pile up over time, I realized that if I don't start catalogueing these excursions in some formal manner, a great field of human knowledge would be lost. Hence, the Benedict Chronicles..."

Nothing satisfies that post-Thanksgiving jeez-my-belly-grew morning hunger like an eggs benedict, so after taking in some fine puppetry at Queen's Quay with Home Fries, we walked up the street to that Cora's that always has a line of people streaming out the door every weekend (or holiday) day. There are three "Eggs Ben et Dictine" at Cora's, and I went for the real killer: the one that substitutes the ham for brie and mushrooms.

Now that's a good idea. I wish they'd named it. Ladeling hollandaise over brie is a bit like complementing chocolate with more chocolate, but there's no denying it's an effective benny, if rich as hell and somewhat frightening from a health perspective. Cora's attempts to defray this guilt with a truly spectacular outlay of fruit alongside the meal, where shaved kiwi beats at the heart of a boat of diced apple and juicy canteloupe.

Home Fries had the regular benny and I tried a bit, and we both agreed that the ideal course for the meal would have been for us to order our respective breakfasts and then swap an egg apiece so that we both ended up with the same quantity of both versions of the meal. The brie benny is a tad too thick to be truly enjoyable as a complete meal, and the ham benny a tad too thin; if Cora's figures out a way to do both on the same plate, they'll be printing money.

Three and a half eggs outta four.

There are Cora'ses all over the place, but the one I went to is on Blue Jays Way in Toronto. The Benedict Chronicles is an ongoing, non-regular series.