I'd like to preface this review by saying I love classless joints. The cheaper the beer, the stronger the star power. I like when servers aren't too nice and when the clientele is down to earth and eclectic. But Toby's just sucks.
Wait, so why have I been here more often than I can count? Cheap drinks. Convenient location. Sports on TVs. There. Those are the three redeeming factors. And that's why I give this place two stars, not one. But everything else is just so, so lame. I don't even know where to begin.
I'll start with the awkward service. There'a a particular server who -- to put it gently -- is annoying and greedy. She always wants to settle the bill ASAP and before you leave a tip she talks about her financial woes, literally trying to guilt trip you into giving her a big tip. She'll also share lots of personal information that you probably won't give two poops about. I totally understand developing casual friendships with clients but you have to know social cues. You can't just go around spreading your business like Don Juan spreading his seed. Place and time.
Weekends are packed. The karaoke here is great but the clientele is trashy, messy and starved for midnight encounters. I guess it's an ideal playground for 19 year olds, but anyone who possesses intelligence, wit or dignity might be turned off from this place.
You still might find me here on a Thursday night with a pint in hand. Hehehe.