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I've been wanting to check out this pub for quite some time because it's a stone's throw away from me, and I really do like finding little gems in my hood. Also, some good friends rave about their beer selection and the fact that it's a little jewel of a space tucked away in a row of run down restaurants and ancient family businesses (which could all me amazing, mind you--I don't judge until I try!).
First impression: Free parking on Danforth after six! Nice--saves us a couple loonies. Pop that into the beer fund. The space is small and cute, but definitely not air conditioned. We were hoping for that environmentally hazardous chill you'd get at some restaurants, but we adjusted to the actual temp relatively quickly. Our server--who was really quite sweet and good at her job--was the only person on staff, so she was almost literally running her ass off (she was doing a waitress bootcamp workout). So the service reflected her overload. Do places staff their restaurant like that on purpose so the server will make lots of tips, or did someone call in sick and leave her in a bind? Hard to tell. p.s. I'm pretty sure my server wasn't Jazzmatazz, which kind of made me sad :( Maybe she was the one that called in sick.
Lucky for me Wednesdays at T&T mean half-price wings with a purchase of a pint! Sold. And sweet potato fries with chipotle mayo? Sold. My friends ordered basically the same things. We started with an underwhelming brushchetta. Kind of looked like something Napoleon Dynamite's grandma would whip up for a snack--submarine bun with diced tomatoes and sprinkled parmesan cheese from a box on top.
The wings were better. A bit too big for my taste. They reminded me of condor wings, but they were quite tasty (and cheap, for sure). The sweet potato fries were good. One of my friend who doesn't usually like sweet pot. fries said these were the best ones she ever tasted, "because they didn't taste like sweet potato." After I heard her say that they tasted less and less like real food to me and more and more like deep fried hunks of starch.
All in all the value was quite amazing--my bill came out to $17. Would I go back? I'm not going to sprint there for an amazing meal (cause i'm not sure if that's what I'd get), but I would be inclined if I was craving some good beer. And it's always nice to support the locals!
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