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| - I spent some time at McVeigh's as a Ryerson student, and though its proximity to campus means you'll find a handful of students here on a good night, the crowd is literally random. An university buddy wanted to spend his 30th birthday hanging out here with the boys, so here I am again.
McVeigh's is a typical kinda divey North American kind of Irish pub, though probably much more Eire than most others in town. It has been around for a long time, and was featured in the movie The Boondock Saints II, as the aforementioned friend proudly likes to note. Think about it: Norman Reedus, the guy who plays Daryl on the Walking Dead, was in this room.
There's a good selection of beers served here, which is much appreciated, since I've been to other downtown pubs where the only thing those folks have are [insert usual suspects of big bland beer brands here]. It's always Guinness time here of course, but there are a good variety of local craft brews to be had too.
Even on a Saturday night it's quite dead early on, with the big screen airing hockey games hardly anyone watches. But the scene picks up quickly by ten o'clock. Which conveniently enough is when the kitchen closes. WTF?! The food in general is decent but not something to rave about. Yet still, I don't care; what if I want to pound some fries in me in between pints at midnight?
There's a rotating series of regular acts commanding the downstairs corner stage, including a man whose name I keep forgetting, who looks like the comedian George Carlin and whom my friend describes as an institution within this joint because he's been here a very long time. He knows how to work the crowd singing various Irish folk songs and classic rock covers, inviting others to sing their own songs and dance on stage.
McVeigh's is a very open arms kind of bar, and a merry good time will be had here by all wherever you like it or not. Unless you are growing hungry for some bites at midnight, or get confused with where the toilets are at. Or some random angry drunk dude shows up at your table challenging everyone in your party to arm wrestling because he wanted in on the table league action.
{TTC: a short walk from Queen station or the Church/Queen streetcar stop}
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