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| - Hoops is a chained restaurant? How?
Let me get this in the open right now; if you are a civilized person, do not come here.
If you're looking for a place to subside your hunger, do not come here.
If lack the physical ability to defend yourself, do not come here.
And if you are a York University student looking for some late night grub, don't have a car and this was the only place open, still..do not come here!
I have been here on several occasions, none of which were voluntary, and all of them during the late hours. I like to call it: 'The Hoops of York'
You will never have trouble finding parking here as the enormous lot caters exclusively to its patrons at night with every other store closed. This run-on sentence concludes everything good I have to say about Hoops.
Upon entrance, you are met by baseball caps, size XXL collared shirts on medium sized people, medium Tapout shirts on XXL people, students who should be studying at the Library at York instead, and clusters of Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue rejects. You will see beings of all stereotypes, and if you're lucky you might even see the waitress who is supposed to seat you.
There are plenty of flat screens to keep you distracted while you endure the unbearable wait for your food. They go out of their way in promoting the wings here, and if you order anything else, I suggest you bring a Rubik's cube to keep you company. The portion of the wings & fries are generous, but once you sink your teeth in, it quickly becomes obvious that these wings have been frozen..and probably for a long time. Seriously, what on Earth do they expect you to do with all that fries?!
Don't come here with more than a group of four. But if you are, I hope for your sake there's a game on, and you're planning to watch it til the end.
On certain days of the week, you'll get some army guys from the armoury nearby after 10:30 at night. Whether you support the troops or not, for goodness sake do not go near them. They will start a fight with you, as they believe they own the place. But that just about goes for every click who frequent here. There is an air of tension between each table. Someone once threatened me saying that his uncle was "up there" with the Hell's Angels. So naturally I told him that my uncle was "up there" with Toronto Police, and it would be lovely if our uncles were ever to meet.
It gets pretty busy at night with students who don't know how to cook, and are too good for instant noodles. They even have a DJ booth at the elevated section spinning everything I hate.
The restaurant is horribly under staffed, and it appears that the bartender seconds as the manager at front of house. Its miraculous that anyone here gets their order at this place.
Honestly, my Yorkie friends. Forget about taking your hot classmate here to try to inebriate her. Just do her homework instead. It's faster.
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