Yes sir, Balchon Raymond Inc is a real place with an odd name and we are going there. Saturday, when the clock strikes twelve and fifteen we will heave-ho to Roncesvalles, a word that my spell checker wants to correct to "Convalescent".
The rumour on the coffee circuit is that Balchon has goods that have been put through a baking process. Baked goods they call them. They also have grass-fed oxtail, Georgian Bay Whitefish caviar, all irrelevant facts for a Saturday noon meetup. Unless ya got a thing for caviar & knee socks. Or you're a Whitefish out to avenge your family because Raymond turn them into pâté. In which case we're really eager to meet you. But seriously - what kinda monster eats oxtail in a coffee shop ?