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Review: Sunday Brunch @ the Hotel Fort Garry

222 Broadway Avenue
(204) 942-8251

It’s an indulgent, extravagantly-priced affair and has gained a lot of renown in Winnipeg as the best Sunday brunch in town. On my last visit on Father’s Day, the Sunday spread was out in the lobby, presumably so that the dining areas could accommodate as many tables as possible. The lobby set up was novel, but some areas felt crowded with all the people milling about.

There are so many dishes, it’s humanly (or at least healthfully) impossible to sample everything. Fan favourites seem to be the roast beef, eggs benedict, omelet station, and chocolate fountain. As I recall, I was equally impressed with all these stations on my first visit, but I’m afraid that at my second visit to the Fort Garry’s Sunday Brunch, the roast proved to be dry and the eggs benedict too long on the warmer. The freshly prepared food (see: omelet station), in-house baked goods, and stewed dishes come out on top, but I’ve come to realize that the larger a Sunday brunch, the less reliable the quality of food as it’s produced en masse and kept on ice and in warmers.

My criticisms didn’t stop me from stuffing my face, of course. And if you were to ask my dining companions, their reviews would be effusive. We had several plates of sausages and cheese, eggs and dessert. I stopped by the chocolate fountain with strips of bacon and forced myself to have a serving of vegetables.

Service was pleasant. Atmosphere was a bit lacking in our supplementary dining room. Good company made up for it, though. I’d indulge again the morning after a hotel stay, but I’m more likely to take my $50/head and treat someone to brunch at Prairie Ink or The Tallest Poppy.