Yes to everything - this bar has it all.
Bar Volo shows all the other bier poseurs how it's done. My number one place for craft beer and hip ambiance, bar none. (I'm a poet and I didn't even know it?)
Atmosphere:
Yonge Street. Slightly rustic grimy upscale hipster. All of the above. Bring a date, bring your friends. Bar seating, floor seating, window seating, patio. Only issues: 1) Volo isn't very big 2) it's a great bar and everyone knows it. Therefore: Come early or be disappointed. Hard to find seats here when you get into Happy Hour, especially for groups and if there is a special cask or beer party on that night? Good luck.
Food:
I hadn't been here in a while and lookit that, they updated their menu. Fine selection of platters for sharing, with all the fine things in life: pickles, olives, fine cheeses and breads, preserves, charcuterie, nuts. Our round-the-world all of the above platter was $18 but everything on it was great, unlike other establishments I have recently graced (ahem Bier Markt King). Good for sharing with two people, not more, as the samples came in twos. The prices are comparable to other upscale beer places and frankly, in this case you get what you pay for.
Beer:
A fantastic selection of Ontario craft beers and some others. Casks are always rotating so there's always something new to try. The best thing? Ordering flights, which I have only been able to do here and at the Beer Bistro on King. Three little cups of beer for the price of one, to maximize you adventure into the great beer frontier. Yum!
Service:
The servers also legitimately KNOW about beer (not just the bartender, shock!). They know the list on the blackboard and they know the difference between and pilsner and an ale, so when you ask for a flight and you say, Surprise me with a variety, you will legit GET a variety of beer. Plus when they lay them down in front of you, they will honest to goodness know all three or more of the beer by sight alone, sans labels.
Location:
A five minute walk from Wellesly subway stop, you can definitely walk here in painful shoes if you so desire. Even a directionally challenged suburbanite can find it. But! A caveat! Volo is so hip it doesn't have a sign (psht signs are for box bars, didn't you know), so peel those eyeballs for ivy crawling up a wall on Yonge.
Overall:
I have said it already. If you haven't gone yet, leave now.