Though it opened early last year, I don’t find myself in Praga nearly as often as I should. If nothing else, let this piece serve as a call to arms: cross the river and experience what is, without exaggeration, one of the best brunches in town.
The name itself is a playful double entendre—Toast, as in the crisped bread they serve all day, but also the kind you raise in celebration. And here, both interpretations apply. It’s a place that revels in simple pleasures: golden, buttery bread piled high with flavor, washed down with an excellent selection of wines.
Before we even get to the food, a word on the service. From the moment I walked in, the staff greeted me warmly—an increasingly rare experience at trendy spots where indifference can feel like part of the brand. In a city where winter skies already feel oppressive, the last thing you need is a restaurant where the vibe is just as chilly. Thankfully, Toast radiates hospitality.
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