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| - Those damn smug patrons ignoring all passer bys as they sit in Yonge & Finch's only patio. Well, minus the Starbucks across the street, but it's a Starbucks..so it doesn't count. Well..if they think they can lure me into their establishment with some fancy woodwork...they're right.
Table for two please!
The patio was tempting, but the pollution was enough to drive me inside. I know the name should have been revealing enough, but it didn't occur to me that this was a sports bar. Korean sports bar..now that's just unusual.
The place was beaming with Asian patrons, I was dying to find out what the buzz was about.
The décor was lively. The huge collection of colourful bottles at the south end of the restaurant stood conspicuously lit, making the place seem more vibrant. It was like an enormous alcohol rainbow. Mmmm...alcohol rainbowww..
Unfortunately, the drinks on the menu doesn't come close to the selections on the wall. A huge toy sized aeroplane hung above me from the ceiling, not sure how that fits in.
I see a lot of Women I'd see in the Scarborough area here, but only this environment was friendly. The wait staff spoke English without any difficulty, and the fusion of Eastern cuisine with Western décor meddled with much civility.
The menu was interesting. I found many selections one would find in a place like St. Louis..only this place added a Korean twist to the food. There are a lot more choices with seafood, mainly comprised of squid and mussels. Instead of fries, you can get the fried rice. The prices were only slightly highly than what you would find at a normal sports bar.
I ordered the ribs and wings with fries. My friend ordered a half pound of wings. I expected to get messy, but the ribs literally slipped right off the bone with a few pokes of the fork. I didn't get any sauce on my fingers! The chicken wings that came with it wasn't anything special. The fries were honeycomb shaped.
I was content, good place to chill. The seating in here were half booths, half tables. I felt like I could approach the people in here. But really I can't. Because it's Asian.
All was well, until I decided to wash my hands in the washroom. FILTHY! It was a disaster! At a complete contrast to the front of house. I've been to better kept facilities in Chinatown! It reeked of spunk, toilet paper all over the floor, a cesspool for bacteria and germs.
Suddenly my opinion about the place changed.
What the hell is with the aeroplane above me?
Why do they have all the bottles when they don't serve any of them?
Why are there Scarborough looking people in North York? Dammit!
I fail to see how the wings here were crazy at all.
Normal...utterly sane wings!
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