When the directions to a place end with the sentence: "Turn right at the Tardis," I can basically guarantee a 3 star experience in the least. When the Whovian directions are matched by a sweet little neighbourhood pub, with a decent craft beer selection and some fairly ninja-esque service standards? Yup. I dub thee my part time Calgary home.
I have said it before and will say it again - Vancouver sucks at pubs. Which is why, the more proper pint pouring pubs I find in Calgary - the better. You do good things Alberta, carry on.
Here's the scoop:
They have a good beer list and Harp on tap.
*Hearty tip of the hat.*
They have decent pub grub, with a damn fine beef dip but iffy caesar salad.
*Golf clap.*
They have Strongbow on tap but it's the only cider they carry.
*Confused jazz hands.*
They have TVs that aren't at an ear spitting level.
*Awkward hug.*
But what will keep me coming back to this little gem and erupts in me, the most enthusiastic of *Kermit The Frog style arm waving yays* (the highest of emotional responses): The service.
This crew is amazing. The last time I was in, I watched a woman in a striped tank top (i'm a nerd for not getting her name) totally dominate her section. Service was quick, friendly and attentive while she juggled multiple orders from what I could count, a 10 table section like a pro. As someone who once slinged pints with much less grace - you lady, are a badass.
Service ninja awarded indeed.
See ya next time Kensington.