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| - How I have not, until now, offered my take on the Impy is beyond me.
I stopped by for my third visit on a Friday night, after dinner 'round the corner at the Wolf and Firkin. Remembering from previous visits how good the poutine was, I regretted but for a moment the burger I had just inhaled at our last stop. Mental note: save room next time. Still, we were really only here for drinks and, as it turned out, a miniature rock-paper-scissors tournament where I handed trouncing after trouncing in best-of-threes to my good friend Emily "No, YOU Yelp it" H.
It's hard not to have a good time here because the crowd is so easy to deal with. The Library upstairs gets chock full of the kind of Ryerson kids who are just out for a good time (including, on occasion, the lovely Becca G.), with a sprinkling of older folks who either got bored in the downstairs bar or got lost looking for it.
For those who haven't been in a while, the Imperial recently acquired some new leather couches upstairs that make sitting around drinking beer that much cozier. Highly recommended on one of those Friday nights where you just want to sit down and say "ahhhhhhhhhh."
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