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| - Disclaimer - I almost didn't review Real Sports Bar. I thought it unfair, since I am NOT the typical patron for this establishment. This review is specifically for girlfriends of guys who want to go to a Sports Bar*:
Ladies, if your boyfriend suggests Real Sports Bar, RUN. RUN AND HIDE.
I found myself here last Saturday for lunch because the line up for the Aquarium was too long.
I have been to sports bars before, but nothing like this in Toronto.
Real Sports Bar was reminiscent of a New York city sports bar during the Super Bowl playoffs. Only last Saturday at Real SB we were watching... COLLEGE FOOTBALL.
COLLEGE FOOTBALL!!! at FULL VOLUME, on like 1,000 screens!
The ambience is futuristic. Monitors everywhere, LED sports scores running across the ceiling like a stock ticker. But OMG SO LOUD!!!!
The service isn't amazing, but our waitress was very nice and peppy. The place was packed, so I don't blame her for not bringing salt, or ketchup. BTW I can't believe there wasn't salt on the table. Kind of a bold move for a place that doesn't serve stellar food.
Even the fries needed salt!
We had:
Sliders to start - These were good.
Asian chicken salad - Meh. It was fine. Iceburg lettuce, sort of tasted like it was from a bag. The Chicken breast was really big.
Buttermilk chicken tenders - These were disgusting. The batter tasted like it had turned, they needed salt and hot sauce. I didn't know it was possible to make something deep fried taste so bad.
(*I know some ladies are in to sports. This is the opinion of one girl who is not.)
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