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| - Oh Boy!
Let me start by saying that I mean this not in the way a child expresses delight at finding a much wanted toy under the Christmas tree, but more in fact the shock of seeing a train wreck unfold before your eyes...
Upon entering, one sign told us to go order at the counter which we attmpted only to be redirected to be served at the back of the restaurant.
In the interest of speed, my dining companion and I chose the bar to look forwad to our first foray into what was surely to be one of Toronto's finest burger experiences.
We tried to order a couple of beer, only to be told by our self admittedly hung over waitress that they were "mostly out". We were offered (for free to be fair), the dregs of a keg, and subsequently switched to one of the few beers they had left.
Recommendations were sought from our server - you know for an empty restaurant, she was sure a long time between visits.
I chose the highly recommended three cheese burger, while my companion chose a pure offering, one with fries, one with rings.
The burgers arrived (eventually) with no discussion about how they should be cooked at all...
My process cheese crusted to the top of a greasy, tateless, salt lick accompanied by freezer burnt greasy onion rings was difficult to stomach and required additional beer to get it down.
The natural burger was equally disappointing, and the french fries, soggy and over salted.
There's really not much point in pining on about the other shortcomings.
As we left with our stomachs wanting, our wallets emptier than they should have been, and considerably more time elapsed than reasonable, we couldn't help but wonder:
On what day did God create Oh Boy Burger Market, and couldn't he have rested that day too?
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