Had an ok dinner here tonight, but I wouldn't be able to rate it more than that for a few reasons.
The poutine seemed to be really yummy for the first three bites, but the gravy like consistency of the cheese seemed a little strange when the menu specified that it was made with cheese curds.
The ribs had too much smoky BBQ sauce on them. While said sauce was very good, it was laid on too thickly. The ribs themselves were not fall off the bone tender or incredibly succulent.
The smoked wings in dry rub were ok, too. It's hard to find another word to describe anything we had because none of it was very good and none of it was very bad. For 1 pound there were 4 whole wings, which would amount to 4 drummies and 4 flats with the tips attached. Dry rub had flavour but no heat. I would have liked to have seen some more zing for southern BBQ.
Service was friendly, but not the most efficient. I'm not sure this was completely her fault. We were a little more forgiving once we realized that our server was both tending bar and serving by herself. I understand that staffing a Tuesday night on King St can be difficult and that service staff need to make money and the less servers, the more money. However, it took us 20 minutes from the time we sat down until the time we got our drinks. The server explained that the bourbon lemonade was literally fresh squeezed so that was why it took so long. The drink was pretty much the only thing about the meal that was outstanding and we're totally forgiving patrons if things are acknowledged.
The atmosphere was a bit much for me on a Tuesday night at 8 pm. The music was great, but blaring and in true King St. D-bag style some guy was pacing right in front of our table yapping on his phone. I wish people like this would just die... not literally the people themselves, but the habit of being a d-bag.