It's a love/hate thing. I love the Drake for the lovely cafe when it's quiet. The menu can sometimes be astonishing - their deconstructed lasagna, their scone plate and a very respectable set of bennies.
One also can't discount their contribution to intensifying/gentrifying the Queen/Beaconsfield area, which I humbly coin Drake Village. And sometimes, the artwork is really wonderful.
The closet wannabe hipster in me can't stand the jacked up drink prices, the crappy overpriced food (when it is crappy and/or overpriced) and the fact that within fifteen years, the area will be unironically known as Drake Village.