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| - So I've heard a lot of hullabaloo over the Green Room since moving to Toronto. For the most part, I've heard great things about this "super hip hidden gem" near Bloor.
I'm sorry but I was royally disappointed.
Now, it must be said on the Green Room's part that I was quite intoxicated so a second opinion may be necessary but usually my impairment helps a venue's chances in gaining my love, and will swerve my opinion to that of a more favorable tone when I am on nightly outings, so it is not saying much for the Green Room that despite my intoxication, I still did not like the joint.
I did like the atmosphere of the place, kind of a Hogwarts, hole in the wall kind of thing going on there, but that's pretty much where the excitement stops. The waitresses were all really grumpy or depressed, or something, and granted, yes it was very busy, but then don't be a waitress at a student bar! The service was really slow.
And the worst part of the whole thing, devastatingly and quite unfortunately on my part, I partook in the consumption of a rather stingily constructed nacho plate. And just as my intoxication impairs my judgment of various venues when I am out, veiling them with a positive glow, it also impairs my ability to be sensible and logical when certain items of food are placed in front of me. The logical decision would have been not to scarf down those nachos which were quite disgusting. Sadly for the Green Room, my impairment was not enough to paint the memory of those nachos in a positive veil this morning.
Will have to go back to determine if I really can't stand this place. I can tell you one thing, I won't be ordering their nacho plate ever again.
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