Patch

Patch is a bright spot in an otherwise industrial neighbourhood, named after the fields of strawberry patches that used to cover the ground there. It stands tall, almost like a greenhouse, with floor-to-ceiling windows and sun beaming down through the skylights. Inside, it’s dressed up, retaining the gritty bones of the warehouse but sweetened with soft blues, reds, and terracotta bricks. Plates of food here subscribe to the “eat with our eyes” philosophy, so anything you order will look good as well as taste good, especially the well-named Dream French Toast.