Went here on a saturday night. Incredible interior unlike no other bland banal place in this city. Asked for a caesar. Weak as fuck. Asked for some scotch, charged precisely by the ounce and with no double/trip.quad discount(booooooo) also served in a douchey glass. Bartender was a good guy, but he was the only one behind the bar ON A SATURDAY NIGHT. Place full of cougars and their bored assed husbands. Decent cover band playing covers. Oh, and there were TVs inside this historic bar. Yes. TVs. Playing sportscenter. What the hell is wrong with bars these days.
It's a pretty typical west coast canadian place: expensive, unnecessary tvs, weak drinks, and short staffed.
The patio looks cool, however.