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"what the eff it's freezing rain outside?"
"Forget that sh*t, lets just go some place close by"
That's how I ended up at Sir Winston Churchill Pub. Fellow reviews say this place is a touristy spot, and I guess since I was a tourist in your fine city, I would have to verify that statement to be true.
My feelings about this spot are quite mixed. The bartender was great and had such a fun personality that to be honest, if it were not for her bringing together the various patrons at the bar and her liveliness, it probably would have been a very blah night. When my friend and I arrived a bit before 9:30, (seeing that the Metro stops at 12:30) this pub/club was nearly empty. There are 4 large bars on the lower level and ample booths and cozy seating options, so maybe the space fills up later in the night, but don't come early and expect a popping dance floor.
Here's what is probably the biggest draw back of this bar- the weirdass system they have going on behind the bar. Because it was early and the crowd small, my friend and I got alot of attention for the bartender. She was recommending shots to us and explaining some cool shopping options in the area, and during this time, we watched as she whipped up cocktails for other thirsty tourists. Everything she poured was entered into the computer and the serving size was monitored to the T. The system even went as far as not allowing her to pour vodka into a mixed drink where the ingredients called for amaretto. Talk about control freak. So in result, drinks come out pretty weak. Last drink kinda soft and you request just a tad more rum to your coke this time around? sorry, no can do. Seems like a big bummer to me. In this event, I ordered a beer. Some kind of apricot pale ale that was quite refreshing. We also ordered up 2 shots and they were probably the best 2 shots I've had. See, shots can go 2 ways- super sugary (yet delicious) but lacking in alcohol content OR they can be burn-your-throat and make-your-eyes- water strong while tasting like crap. These two shots though, one was named koolaid something or the other was all alcohol, yet it tasted delish. The second, a broken down golf cart was sweet, very sweet but yummy. It was melon liqueur, amaretto and vodak (I think) in the shot glass, which was then put in a glass of pineapple juice.
If I lived in Montreal, I'm not sure I would come here, I have a feeling there are better places, but it was cool for a wet/cold night where I didn't feel like walking too far.
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