Another installment of this uncompelling Toronto chain of pubs. Nothing surprising on the menu or on tap. The beer selection could be better. Food is okay. I found the interior quite minimal. There's a decent enough patio, making this an option when the weather turns good and the hunt begins for a place, any place, that serves on a patio.
The washroom signage is only one step less confusing than having a picture of Boy George for the men's room and Annie Lennox for the women's. The men's room is called "foxes" and the women's is called "vixens". Ever hear a person, even a drunk person, describe a fellow as a "fox"? The men's room is only determinable by process of elimination (or reading the fine print). "I know for sure a woman is a vixen therefore..."
I suspect this chain, and this location, trade largely on location. Steps away from Wellesley makes for a nice central location.
Service is actually tops here and the waitresses are alluring attired in little red plaid miniskirts. So. That's okay.