Gord and I had supper tonight at The Strath Pub, in the basement of the Strathacona Hotel (York/King W). It's been a while since we'd been there.
We got there about 5:45pm and it was packed with suits, Go Trainers and fans heading to the Toronto Rock game (like us).
I ordered what I usually get there ... Frank's chicken wings and fries.
The wings were okay, not great. The fries were cold so I asked for new ones. The carrots weren't fresh. My meal had obviously been waiting for Gord's.
Gord ordered the Buffalo Chicken Crunch ... he's had it before.
He said it was okay ... he said the Thousand Island dressing was overwhelming.
Joanna, our server, took good care of us.
The Pub reminds me of a legion ... comfy and not fancy.