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| - I've been to Weezies once in the past and had a fantastic meal. Not sure what has changed in the past few years but my recent experience there leaves me not wanting to return.
My parents were in town, visiting me for only the third time in the 13 years of me living here. We decided to check out the Distillery Christmas market and I decided that Weezies would be a good place to eat, rather than the tourist trap Distillery restaurants. We managed to get a table for 5, arrived, ordered some drinks and ordered an app and mains. App: beef tartar. Mains: 4 flat iron steaks and 1 hamburger.
We waited about 30-40 minutes for the beef tartar (it's raw beef, what took so long?), finished it and thought our mains would be coming out right away. Wrong! We waited another 30 minutes for the steaks and burger. Was the restaurant busy? Yeah, but not crazy. And to top it all off, the portions of the steak were so small we all wondered if they ran out and some how managed to scrap these 4 plates together. All of this after my parents were talking about their last resto experience in which they waited forever, got very little, and paid out the arse for it. The irony was too much and it feels terrible when that happens.
During our 60+ minute wait for food our wait staff didn't once address the time issue even though it was pretty obvious we were waiting a long time. I've been a server in the past and if I knew a table would be waiting long I would let them know and bring some bread. That didn't happen.
The table beside us ordered just before us and were finished and out the door before we even received our mains. We joked about not getting out before midnight if we were to order some desert.
I felt so bad that I chose to bring my parents there seeing that they NEVER come to Toronto. I thought showing them a nice neighborhood restaurant would be nice, rather than a chain that they would normally choose. I felt so bad I picked up the entire bill myself and took them back to my place to eat a proper meal. My dad was going to pay as a congratulations meal for my fiancé and me, but I could tell he couldn't bring himself to do it.
One of my biggest per peeves is feeling completely ripped off in a restaurant, which is what happened here. It didn't bother me this much the night of, but after I woke up the next day having had a dream of the experience I realized it must have really bothered me, and I've decided that it did. I had a dream of the experience! And I rarely remember my dreams!
The one saving grace was the food. It was good, and my mom thought her burger was good (the portion was fair), but it wasn't nearly good enough to look past the ridiculously long wait and ridiculously small portion size. I will not be returning nor recommending Weezies. Sorry.
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