You won't find me around King W very often. I don't have blonde hair extensions. I'm not trying to pick up a banker. I don't want to pay $13 for a gin and tonic and more for an actual cocktail. But sometimes I have to choke on my own hatorade and realize there are exceptions in every hood, and SpiritHouse is one such exception.
The ambiance is fairly typical of this area, dark and lounge-y, but it's what's inside this typical skeleton that makes it special.
Work brought me here last night to help support a charitable event, and it was a great party, but event or not I feel like I got a great sense of the place. Excellent old fashions. Delicious poutine (I got it sans pork) and the fried chicken. Holy crap the fried chicken. Huge chunks of boneless chicken fried to perfection with a little kick. Get it get it.
PEPPER POINTS: Fried chicken. Fried chicken. Fried chicken.