If you want a re-live your glory days in a 1980's sports bar, or if you simply want to cry in your beer... (maybe you missed that might-of-won-the high-school football game pass), this is the place. At Legends, the decor is distinctly out of date, and it seems like one can scrape the nicotine - or grease - off the tables, wood paneling, and brass/chrome rails.
The beer is terrible, standard fare mass-brewery sugar pop (Molson's Labbatt's). It will leave you with a hangover that only a gun will resolve.
For years I lived in St. Clair and Bathurst, and I never understood why this area is limited to such a bar.