Remember when you were a kid and you went to a restaurant for brunch with your parents and they let you order the gooey fried banana and nutella monte cristo sandwich with a side of whipped cream for dipping? Yeah, me neither. I don’t even remember it existing and thus feel kind of short-changed that I’m only discovering it now at a juncture in life when this sort of whimsical decadence is supposed to be the exclusive reserve of the 12-and-under set. Well, fuck that. I’m going back for another one this weekend. Get yours at Yaletown’s Homer St. Cafe.