I Don't Eat, I Devour

So, this is probably the most depressing review I will ever do if I'm lucky. Terrible food? Check. Rude waitress? Check. Inefficient service? Check. Overcharging? Check, check, check. There are only 2 dishes in this review, but oh trust me, I have plenty to say about them. This depressing creation of two poached eggs on two pieces of bread and a sad excuse of a 'salad' is Creme Cafe's version of 'poached eggs on toast'. I suppose they decided to take a literal approach to their food, because there is literally nothing on the toast but eggs - no butter, no salt, no pepper, no flavour. My companion then spent 10 minutes trying to get some butter and salt out of the very rude waitress who snapped at him to wait, and in the end he had to go into the kitchen to ask for some himself while his food got cold - imagine cold poached eggs on toast! I don't understand why Creme Cafe decided to name itself after a dairy product because they seem very reluctant to se...