Do you remember when Tim Hortons had a bar area with bar stools (and it was spelled Tim Horton's)? They didn't serve booze, but you'd always find neighbourhood men planted on the stools, reading the paper, chain smoking and talking with the ladies behind the counter.
The Skyline takes me back to my childhood in this respect. The regulars here are from the few seniors residences in the area. The servers (and most likely owners) are friendly and seem to know everyone who walks through the doors.
The furniture, including booths and one awkward little table near the bar, is far older than most people reading this review. The wear on the table tops comes from years of hearty meals served fast. The regulars probably made many of the scratches themselves, literally etching themselves into the history of the place.
We were there for brunch. Service was quick and serving sizes are plentiful. Brunch classics are all on the menu and while you're there to let a little grease sop up your hangover anyways, take some time to soak in the aura, share your childhood memories with your friends and plan the rest of your day.