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| - The only reason this place attracted me is because of their 'legendary' bartender who's served everyone from the doyens of Toronto's socialites, to John Wayne.
I tried to convince myself this place is among the upper echelon venues in the city, but yeah...I don't think so.
I am not going to give The Roof Lounge the benefit of the doubt as a small bar catering mainly to hotel guests, because considering the size of the hotel, this is not nearly sufficient in terms of space, nor service.
The coat check is around the corner from the entrance of the bar, and on a good day, a waitress won't have to open the thing for you, wasting valuable time from the seat fighting which is a non-stop affair here. Two leather lounges by a fireplace, and basically a squeeze small tables scattered around the room.
A room is very appropriate. A bar, some sofas, a dozen tables and a balcony.
I can use the words like 'intimate', 'warm', 'cozy', 'discrete', to fool myself into thinking this is somehow on the same level of competition with the surrounding establishments, but I don't own the place so screw it.
I do think that this is a highly preferable venue to take someone on a date, given that date is good conversation and can drink. But anything more than a double date and you'll be scrambling for seats like it's duck duck freaking goose.
I was very excited to meet the senior bar keep, as he was featured in an article of Toronto Life as somewhat of an Toronto institution. The article was quite well written, and I was interested in hearing anything he would have to say about his years of experience there, having served virtually everybody who is anybody.
The man not only was not very interesting in speaking with me, he seem quite agitated with getting my orders over as soon as possible. I tried being very respectful, and initiated a conversation with him myself. I asked him about his encounter with John Wayne, to which he replied me with a chilling "Yes."
I get the point, so I just stuck with ordering my drinks, but that seemed to be a bit of annoyance to him as well.
Vesper Martini. Any bartender in Europe knows this drink, but I was questioned again & again on what it is.
"Dry martini? Like James Bond?" Very condescendingly.
I asked for a twist, he gave me a....shave, I guess.
What's with Toronto bartenders? A twist of lemon is exactly that, a fucking twist. I do scrape a bloody lemon peel myself.
I don't come here with less than $300 cash in my pocket, because it's the damn Hyatt and the drinks are bloody expensive. But I certainly do not pay money to be treated like a new immigrant at customs.
The waitresses here are well dressed, beautiful, and have never gotten my orders confused. I always mean to tip very well, because I will still come here for my 'intimate/cozy/discrete' evenings with whoever I take on dates. But I ain't ordering anything from the bar anymore until I see some younger faces.
It's a shame that I cannot smoke my cigar here, the ambiance is perfect for it.
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