I lived around the corner from here about two years ago. Imagine how disappointed we were when a pub opened two months after we moved. Denial. Shock. Anger. I went through all 14 stages of not being able to enjoy the fruits of my own gentrification of this neighbourhood.
Well, we finally made it here. I order the 'breakfast poutine'. The sausage was way overcooked, and the poached egg still had runny whites... although the waitress kindly replaced the egg for me, but you really need to cook a poached egg right the first time, because the egg runs over the rest of the dish. Anyway, really lacklustre food, but it gets three stars, because it compares favourably to such neighbourhood joints as the 'Maple Leaf Tavern' and 'My Bar'.