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| - In what used to be a florist in my high school days, now stands currently the area's only respectable pub within a few blocks radius (unless you count the Queen Street Leslieville strip). I heard apparently the guy that owns this place also owns the adjacent Great Burger Kitchen and Aprile Bambina Cucina restaurants. Maybe they're trying to establish a gentrified empire on this block, but that's another topic in itself.
Open early and closes late, McGugan's got a crazy selection of drinks, including a requisite collection of beers on tap and whisky, as well as a spacious classic warm pub atmosphere, a nice rear patio, and an upstairs private room for whatever event that could use a rockin' charming decent pub. The staff are okay and accommodating, I suppose, though don't expect attentive service when there's hardly anyone hanging out and/or manning the front-of-house.
The food could be much more nicer. A selection of the usual brunch and pub grub, along with some Scottish comforts like haggis to go along with the generally kitschy Scot theme they are focusing on. Yeah, I had the Eggs Haggis, and it was decent, with the crispy deep fried home fries that hits the spot, but for $13 I was rather hoping for a big brunch serving.
On another visit with a friend, I had the Breakfast Poutine ($10.95), which I guess is a 'poutine' in the literal sense that it is a smattering mess of fries and other stuff, but poutine purists will be offended by the complete absence of gravy and cheese curds. Instead, you get onions, tomatoes and chopped sausages, topped by a poached egg and hollandaise sauce. It was okay and filling, but it felt like I was just eating an ordinary plate of fries.
Like so many other pubs like it though, McGugan's does well being a neighbourhood joint where one can pound a few pints over a sports broadcast any time of the day, but that's really where it excels at.
{TTC: the 83 or 506 to Gerrard and Jones. McGugan's is an unmissable presence at the northwest quadrant.}
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