I live in San Diego now too, James F, and lived in Montreal for eight years.
Ah, the subterranean hell hole that is the Peel Pub. Recycled French fries (if you don't eat them they end up on someone else's order), cheap and horrible beer. Perhaps the most typical recollection of this place is the guy who drank until he vomited on the table behind us. Security came over to escort him out and he fought because he wanted to finish his beer. Stay classy, indeed.
(That being said, this place is so awful it must be experienced, if only once.)