If you're reading this review you're probably unaware of the fact that this place in a Toronto institution. It's literally been around for eternity, and hasn't changed at all. As children to new Italian immigrants in the 60's this place set the benchmark for what a burger place should for my parents, as it did for a generation of others. Obviously ownership has changed through the years and this place isn't going to renew your conception of what a hamburger should be, but it's got a charm reminiscent of a time forgotten. Milkshakes, dingy vinyl seats, wood paneling and the smell of grease. I swear by the steak on a kaiser. Not passing up on the bagel-sized onion rings either. Definitely a contender for the best I've ever had.