You could be dying of a heart attack and nobody who works here would notice. This is a perfect example of a bunch of investors with clashing ideologies making a mess of a space that should really be converted into a GoodLife. What is this place supposed to be?
Bartenders seemed like they were from The Brunswick house and did a one week crash course on how to serve food.
Had a bad oyster out of a dozen we ordered, the bartender looked at my regurgitated food and asked me if i wanted to finish it.
Everything else was one shed less than mediocre and not memorable. (Chicken wings, Truffle poutine are the only other things i can even recall ingesting)