There's this pub that's pretty close to my house in Mississauga. I like the place, but absolutely could not tell you why.
It's an Irish pub, in the basement of a historic house. It's a bit of an old fart joint, and no one I know goes there (unless it's with me). Their selection of beers on tap is okay, but nothing special. Their prices are slightly above average, their wings and french fries are slightly below average, and the bartender that's always there looks like he belongs in an 80s glam rock band (permed-looking jheri-curl hair, bug fat rings and chain, tight acid-washed jeans). He also has kind of bugged-out eyes that makes it look like he's always staring. And he always asks me for my ID (which I rarely get asked for anymore).
Actually, I don't think I'm going to go there any more.
It's an Irish pub, in the basement of a historic house. It's a bit of an old fart joint, and no one I know goes there (unless it's with me). Their selection of beers on tap is okay, but nothing special. Their prices are slightly above average, their wings and french fries are slightly below average, and the bartender that's always there looks like he belongs in an 80s glam rock band (permed-looking jheri-curl hair, bug fat rings and chain, tight acid-washed jeans). He also has kind of bugged-out eyes that makes it look like he's always staring. And he always asks me for my ID (which I rarely get asked for anymore).
Actually, I don't think I'm going to go there any more.