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| - Went to this place twice in the last month. Figured the first time was just a bad experience, but the second experience was just as bad.
Went on a Monday night and arrived at 12:50 AM. They seated us and told us to order quickly as last call was coming up. (Last call??? Bar closes at 2AM!) And they should not be so pushy.
There were six of us so we were debating in getting 2, 3, or 4 pitchers. (Yes, we're beasts!)
We settled on two and told the waitress we would order 2 more on the next round. She said "ok."
So we get the beer, which I enjoy so that was fine. No peanuts. Two in our party had to go to the bar to get them. The place was warm and dim which I like but there were peanut shells everywhere and little effort to clean it up.
So we finish one pitcher and are down to just a little left on the final pitcher when the waitress comes back around 1:35 and asks anything for last call. We told her we'd get the other two pitchers we had talked about earlier. She goes on a long-winded speech about how she can't justify giving us two pitchers with two already on the table (they were practically empty) and she said she can give us a pint each if we want. Does that make sense?
So we can't get two pitchers which would give us about a pint and a half each, but we can still order just a pint each? This is just stupid. We could have said yes, but my night at this place was done for.
We were not drunk, disturbing the peace, or drinking recklessly. If she would have done her job and come around more often, at say 1:20 instead of leaving us alone for almost 35 minutes and rejected us THEN, we could have gone somewhere else with time to spare until last call.
So we ask for nothing else, get the bill and then head over to Jack Astor's up the street at the AMC for drinks on their amazing patio which looks over Dundas Square. We were given 3 pitchers at 1:55 AM, and then allowed to hang out until past 2:30AM. We told our waiter about our experience and he was shocked. I guess she was just shutting us down so that she could wrap up, bring the bill, and have us leave.
Good beer. Not bad service, but stupid service.
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