Aggie Martin

Lamentably, downtown Brampton’s Aggie Martin is no more.
She was a rare creature that genuinely practiced hospitality and consistently provided guests with meticulously prepared food.
For this diner, she had too brief a life.

Hmm. My original review of this place has «disappeared». I’ll try again.
Visited here not too-​too long ago after reading about the restaurant in the Star I believe. Interesting interior, but I was excited to try a «French» place in the Peel region (there ain’t that many).
Wifey started with the soup du jour — it was… the soup of the day (I can’t remember, but she DID like it very much). I had the foie gras/​chicken liver (of course). Dainty serving, but very nice and light. The broad had salmon and I had the filet-​o-​beef. Salmon was very tasty and surprisingly moist. My beef was overdone but still very well seasoned, but by the time we were asked how things were, I was done.
After being scolded for not telling staff in time, we were treated to free coffee/​espresso while sharing dessert. Cute little place for Brampton, but there are too many others to visit before returning.

I wanted to really give AM’s 3.5 stars but the rollover won’t allow me to do this.
I accidently discovered this little gem of restaurant in Brampton accidently. I have seasons tickets at the Rose Theatre in the four corners (Hwy. 7 & Huronontario… or if you are a Bramptonite you’d call this corner Queen & Main) and was picking up some concert tickets and wandered out in to the four corners. I noticed it right away. It’s directly across the street from the theatre. My first venture into Aggie Martin’s was for lunch and I was by myself. Whenever I attend a concert or show at the Rose Theatre it is the restaurant of my choice.
I was really pissed when most recently the TO Star food critic guy (who shall remain nameless) wrote a review about AM’s and gave it 3 out of 4 stars. Shock of all shocks. Food life in suburbia… and even more shocking in downtown Bramp-​toon. Just to be clear, Aggie Martin’s is one of those restaurant makeover restaurants. Probably one of the few that will actually survive and perhaps even make a go of it after Igor and the crew has done their thing. I am concerned though about the review. A foodie friend of mine and I are of the same mind that when either Joanna Kates or what’s his face over at the TO Star put their star seals of approval on a dining establishment things seem to awry.
I like this spot. It is comfy. It is a French styled menu, driven originally by David Adgey. Debbie, the owner is finally taking hold of it and beginning to put her own stamp on it. I have to say though among my most favorite dishes are the veal pot pie with the flaky crust topping.
Debbie will wander through the restaurant, making small talk, chatting up customers, welcoming newcomers and hugging her regulars. She’ll do up a cheese plate for you. It isn’t on the menu, at least not officially, but she’ll do it up anyway. I appreciate that effort.
The wine menu is in desperate need of a revamp as are the waiters that serve. The gentleman who served me over the several past visits seems to enjoy pouring out wine into my glass until it is almost completely full. Why don’t you just bring me a tumbler if you want me to drink it quickly.
The menu is small, which in my opinion is good. The crêpe I can take a pass on but the salmon I had last time was delicious. It was thick, moist and flakey. I ate it while the Tamil protests chanted and banged on their drums across the street in the square of the Rose Theatre.
Yes, there is food life in suburbia.