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| - This review was about to be two stars. And then everything changed.
First off, if you like eating in the dark, with loud music blaring, and iconic pieces of pop-history bathed in a Leprechaun induced green glow, then you'll love this place. It's the place for you!
I imagine it's the place you go to on a first date, because you don't have to talk to each other (in fact it's difficult to converse even across the small tables) and if there is an awkward pause, you can always look to the green, and say - hey... Isn't that Rush band pretty awesome?! Look it's a guitar!
And if that fails, just direct your date's attention to the music video and order shots.
So first dates - that's what this place is all about. But I was clearly pegged as someone who is no longer a young spry buck on the lookout for love. Maybe they also saw the wedding rings? I don't know. But if I wasn't on a date - there was only one other purpose for me being there: I was a tourist.
Now, let me tell you - it would have been AMAZING if I was a tourist. The waitress came up and asked what brought me to Toronto. I told her dinner. I think she thought I was joking. She asked what I was going to do after dinner, and I said my wife and I would probably go home. Oh no! she cried, there's so much to do in Toronto, and we really must experience it. She rattled off a number of suggestions (and to be honest, they were all good. They were things I would suggest - not just tourist traps things, but places with views, and interesting locations. If I really wasn't just out for dinner, I'd have loved to have done some wandering.)
When she couldn't sell us on that, she told us about the movie theatre on the north west corner of YD Square. She recommended some films she'd heard were good.
This was getting awkward - but we'd committed too far, and so we went along with it. I guess at this point we were tourists in Toronto. For the night, anyway. The worst tourists, who don't seem to care about anything, but tourists.
Now - I wanted to complain about the cost of food. A burger for 15 bucks? An appetizer platter for almost 25? But then I ate the apps, splitting them, and I was full - with burgers still to come. And then I had the burgers - and they were surprisingly good. I really didn't expect much - but there are worse burgers in this city that you pay just as much, or more for.
Sure I had to ask for my water to be refilled, but hey - maybe she wanted to give us country folk some time, uninterrupted, as clearly this was to be our only city experience.
But then the miraculous happened. We paid for our dinner with a $50.00 gift card. You'll note that our meal was more than that, even before taxes. Two burgers, and the apps. So I expect the bill, and to pay the rest. When she comes back, she smiles at us, and tells us, "the manager covered the rest of your bill. Have a great night."
I tell you what, I tipped better than ever there had been tipping before - and I left forgetting the loud music, the shamrock lighting, and anything else that may have bothered me. It was a truly delightful experience, and I'd head back.
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