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| - I'm so torn! Two stars or three? Two or three?
On Saturday nights my co-workers and I finish work about 11:30 or so and always head out together after. So, a few Saturdays ago, my friend told me he was meeting an old friend of his at Ted's Collision.
"Okay, where's that?"
Everybody was shocked that not only had I never been to Ted's, I'd never heard of it (especially as I lived on Palmerston for a year). They said it used to be the place to go a few years back, but had pretty much lots all of its charm and played annoying, really loud music. But as I wanted to go out for a few drinks, and my friend had already promised to go there, I followed them along through the snow storm to the bar on College.
By the time we got there, the three of us were soaked, but it put no damper on our moods. The bar was busy, but there was still room to move. First thing I noticed was the slightly campy, Rainforest Cafe-like decor of the place, which may have been more charming to me in the darkness (and perhaps my inebriated state helped sway me in the bar's favor); little lights blared, creating a Tiki Hut vibe (see previous reviews, I'm a sucker for little twinkling lights and "vibes" that aren't your typical bar setting).
I didn't mind the music! ACDC and certain ridiculous classic rock holds sentiment to me as I used to listen to that stuff years ago with my girlfriends' in their basements. So I actually liked it, and was having a pretty good time.
Now, here's where the bar's reputation went bad: having no previous warning in regards to the washroom, I went down to use it. Here's some advice:
DO NOT GO TO THIS BAR IF YOU HAVE A SMALL BLADDER AND/OR ARE PRONE TO GOING TO THE BATHROOM A LOT WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK.
I have never in my life seen a washroom as foul as the ones at Ted's. One of the girl's stalls was completely unusable, and the door on the "acceptable" one didn't lock properly. There was litter everywhere, and the floors were a disaster. Also, you can't move in those washrooms, they're so small. A peak into the guy's washroom (which lacked a closed door???) gave way to what my friend had said was all over the urinals in there: PUKE EVERYWHERE.
Now, I've worked in the restaurant industry, I know when it gets crazy and you've got drunk twenty-somethings traipsing through the place, it's really hard to keep the place in tip-top shape. BUT for the love of God, someone's gotta do something about these washrooms!
My rye and gingers were really great though, and coupled with the music, made up (somewhat) for the disaster everyone was experiencing downstairs. But I'm still unsure if this place really garners that extra star.
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