This basement window-less location is positively choking with people on expense accounts consuming thick slabs of sizzling over-priced steaks. You get to it via a street-level elevator a la parking garage style.
Julia Child said that , "If you have enough butter, anything is good," so be it for the hunks of butter drenched beef served here . I was given a bib to wear to prevent grease splatters on my clothing.
Long time Toronto residents, the BigK and I were mistaken for tourists, just like many of the other customers here and our waiter, in between courses, made many suggestions for after dinner entertainment. We just let him prattle on.
Much time was spent de-crumbing our table. Side orders were as ridiculously over-priced as the mains. My pommes frites were cold and dry. The BigK loved his New York Strip. We had after-dinner drinks at the bar and I felt like I was back in the 1960's in a Don Mills rec-room .