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| - READER BEWARE: I am probably going to offend most people with this review, but if I were to describe National in one word, it would be WEIRD!
Just a random night out with a couple friends, started at Rose and Crown to watch our buddies band play, then someone said there was duck perogies at National, so we headed there. It was duck poutine, not perogies and they wouldn't serve us food anyways, as we got there just before 11, but by the time our server got to us it was 11:03 and they stopped serving food at 11. Are you kidding me?! I can see if we popped in at 11:30, but we were there before 11. Anywho.
We're sitting enjoying our drink and noticing the crowd. It feels like we're at the Met on Stephen Ave. The new corporate watering hole with a side of hipsters, hippies and I'm not even sure what else. Oh and to the guy passed out, probably puking under the table next to us, GO HOME!!! You're wearing a wedding band and you're still in your work clothes. Get a grip. It's Thursday night.
So after a drink, we got out of there and the general consensus is to not add that to the top 10 list, not even the top 20.
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