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| - Fiddler's Courtyard is the neighbourhood pub that I wish was my neighbourhood pub.
It's not in a pub neighbourhood where you would be expecting to see a top notch pub and that adds even an additional appeal. Is it top notch? Well, that, my friends, depends entirely what you are looking for. I feel like I need to say 'pub' some more. Pub.
The Food: Pretty darn alright! Keep in mind, this is a British pub and the Brits aren't exactly known for their cuisine. That said, if you're looking for some badass bangers and mash, there aren't many spots that can rival it. Sausages, or bangers if you will, mashed potatoes with gravy and those mushy, mushy British peas. I freakin' love these peas! It might be a nostalgia throwback to the less than satisfactory culinary practices of my parents during my youth, but I love these things! Dark, olive green in colour, mushy beyond reality, yet delicious beyond belief. For the most part, it's pretty standard pub-fare with an english flare.
Sassy servers: This place has ladies with attitude. Short skirts, and enough feistiness to make sure that you never take notice. Fiddler's Courtyard had a host of regulars that the lovely ladies working here entertain, but still very much keep control of.
They have booths and a good bar for sitting at all by your lonesome,
Trivia on TV - it's great for starting up a convo with you bar neighbour.
The beer selection focuses strongly on the mainstream beers of the world. Carlsberg, Stella, Guinness, Boddingtons' and so on.
I've been to the Fiddler's Courtyard for everything from the evening pint and chit-chat, to a beer before breakfast, yet after the Canadian Gold Medal Olympic game. It's a pub the way a pub should be. Nothing less and nothing more.
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