Snuck in here for some dinner last night, and it was all I had hoped for. And more. Flawlessly redone, lots of familiar faces, perfect.
The smell of fresh vinyl's a teeny bit overwhelming, but soon, it'll be taken over by the sweet aroma of clogged arteries. Fried pickles, burgers, and dogs are here, but the menu expands - and there's some eggplant parm, some greek stuffs, even a sizable salad section. Guess what, my vegan darlings? There's a meatloaf-style dinner here, and you can eat it. I did, and it was carroty, savory, lots of thyme. Lovely.
But I already know what I'll be ordering every time I step foot in here after a number of beers - Poutine. Because it's here, all pimento-cheese-encrusted, choice of veg or meat gravy, and good lord in heaven, it is friggin' awesome.
Officially open later in the week. And forever mobbed after that.