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I had an opportunity to attend at Duggan's last week for a work holiday lunch function. It's directly across the street from my office, so it was a natural choice. Plus, a new place in the sea of overpriced Italian restos and hotel restaurants that is the Richmond/Victoria area was a welcome change of pace.
Duggan's is bare bones when it comes to decor and, dare I say, atmosphere. This review may be skewed by that fact that a) I'm pregnant and therefore not partaking of ales at this point in time or b) Because I visited this place during the early afternoon on a Friday or even c) Because the place is so large and brewery-like that they are clearly having trouble keeping it heated to a level acceptable by mammals. It was freeeeezing in there.
The service is excellent, but the menu is overreaching. If you want pork on your pizza, or pulled pork on your sandwich or a burger, I heard all good things from my lunch mates. If you want poutine, which is seemingly such an easy thing to NOT ruin, don't order it here. I didn't order it, because the gravy is not gravy. It is duck confit. The poutine (which they conveniently leave out of the description) is also topped with pieces of greasy, chopped up duck meat. Gross.
I ended up being really confused by the gravy situation and ended up with a plate of fries in front of me. Simply, I cannot base this entire experience on what I ate, because it's hard to eff up fries.
The service was great, especially considering the waitress serving our table was serving about 12 people single-handedly and didn't flinch when the most annoying "can we have separate bills" inquiry was tabled.
The menu is littered with glorified pub foods and a few dishes with which they are bleakly attempting to be creative, i.e. duck confit poutine.
If you go and try the beers or try the weird poutine, let me know. I'm curious.
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