Toast, not to be confused with Roast, Michael Symon's manly steakhouse in downtown Detroit, is a cute, chic little dining spot. The restaurant began as a small breakfast outpost in Ferndale. Its success spawned the chic-er sibling, Toast located in Birmingham on Detroit's west side, a sophisticated pocket of affluence. The look is far more Upper East Side Manhattan than Detroit suburb. Toast now serves three meals a day, as evidenced by an elaborate bar with multiple brands of whiskeys, liqueurs and racks of glasses. The decor is eclectic, featuring Betty Boop statuary, a black-and-white check floor, and big red leather banquettes. Brushed-steel chairs and small tables tops are cozy, and the red leather plays nicely against the white-and-black faux toile wallpaper. The caramelized onion, smoked Gouda and bacon omelet is more like a frittata, albeit a gooey, cheesy one. The chocolate chip pancakes arrive with "Toast" spelled out in chocolate syrup. Everything was pretty and photogenic, but somewhat bland, except for the perfectly cooked, slightly oily artisan bacon. The setting is hip and whimsical -- but the prices were high -- $10 for an omelet and $5 for a latte. Come for the festive hipster style, the impeccable bacon and the dark European coffee. It's location in Birmingham means free parking in all structures for the first two hours.