If you don't mind your food to be uninspired and greasy, your beer of the flattest consistency, and prepared by a crotchety, shouting slavedriver and served by hired-for-eye-candy, usually only-moderately-skilled servers, this is the dive for you.
Sure, their burgers are the most massive in the city... but is it worth it if they're completely bland? Sure, it's the only breakfast place between Ossington and Bathurst... but how much grease can two slices of cheapo toast soak up? Sure, it's a Queen Street staple. But so is syphillis in Bangkok.