The Tulip is like a small-town American restaurant in the middle of the big city. They bring bread before your meal, but instead of a whole-grain flaxseed and cracked-wheat roll, it's a 8" high stack of buttered white texas toast. Sliced diagonally, for class.
The steaks are cheap, for Toronto, and delicious. I can't recall any individual vegetable I've eaten there, but I do remember ordering the fried onions and being presented with a plate holding nearly a pound of them, right off the grill. Save some room for pie.