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| - 2 blocks south of the Queen & Beaver, I was a worried squirrel in a crappy jacuzzi of human bodies.
Finding this cozy, bordering-on-upscale pub was the only thing about Dundas Square area I was thankful for.
It's two floors of carpeted, gently lit rooms, but I go upstairs to the 'pub' level. Full of smushy chairs and warm worn wood, it's like I descend from British fox breeders and teach leather embossing part-time. *What a (Bas-)Relief!*
They have a real British ale on tap that's nice and hoppy, ambery and a little stanky in the best sense. I'm told these are hard to come by outside of microbreweries in Ontario, so I appreciated it. A "true ale" they sale. I say, "kind of weird but with a clean finish, like a Moomin drawing."
Their fish and chips are so good, it feels sinister. That was meal #1
Meal #2: Stovies!!! I love stovies, and while I grew up with old ground beef and cruddy potatoes plus some water cooked slowly in a pan, this lamb and artichoke concoction was *almost* as comforting, though less amenable to squirting ketchup all over it.
In short, a comforting pub. Worth the mini-splurge without doubt.
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