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| - Well. This is a rarity. I don't think any restaurant has ever made me feel this unwelcome just 15 seconds into the deal. The website had made me think the place was a large and classy place, when in reality it is the size of a Bloor St. dive bar. The tables and chairs were cramped beyond belief, and even though I walked in on a weeknight at 6:30PM with only about four other patrons in the bar, and there were several booths free, the bartender insisted that I sit in the most uncomfortable section possible, the squatter-like chairs and tables close to the entrance, cramped with the four other guests in the place when over half the place was empty.
I had been prepared to overlook all this because a friend -- who was German -- had said this was one of the few places to get authentic German food. But as I waited...and waited...the bartender didn't seem interested in getting me either a menu or water, and seemed more interested in chatting with the men at the bar. By the time I did get the menu, I was pretty annoyed, and my annoyance mounted when I looked at the pathetic menu, where there seemed to be only about two entrees large enough to sate my considerable hunger that evening, of which one was actually unavailable that evening, I was told. And $17 for a pork Schnitzel? Wirklich? Breaded pork cutlets that you can get for about $6 anyplace else?
When the water still didn't come after five more minutes, I just walked out. Nothing will compel me to go back to Das Gasthaus.
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