THE GEORGE STREET DINER
(129 George St.)
THE 'MAD MEN': Chris, Mike D & Dan
ALL-DAY BREAKFAST: YES
COFFEE/ESPRESSO BAR: YES (for the most part)
COFFEE INCLUDED: NO
FREE REFILLS: YES
HP SAUCE: YES (and an unopened bottle at that)
Once upon a time, back to the days of yore (2004-2006), this pearl of a 50's-style diner, just up the street from the St. Lawrence Market, was so close to my apartment building I would often wake up to the smell of fresh coffee and frying bacon. Things were much simpler then and although times have changed considerably, The George Street Diner remains, on the corner of Richmond and George, as inviting as ever.
THE FOOD: Pretty blah, all things considered. Not to say that they're food isn't generally tasty (their breakfast sandwiches kept me lubed for two years), but today's 'Canadian Breakfast' (although recieving an A for presentation) seemed boring and rushed. Everything short of the toast was underdone leaving me with slimey eggs and bacon that let out an oink with the first bite. My advice: Give something other than the standard breakfast a try.
Mike D Side-Note: Bomb chocolate/strawberry milkshake.
THE PRICE: Far from a selling point. Unimpressive quantity→price ratio. With tip, I shelled out $12 and was less than satisfied with the preparation of my grub.
THE SERVICE: The service was great as always. Coffee and water before we could take off our jackets and our meals were on the table in less than 10 minutes of us walking through the door (may explain the virgin preparation). Plus the lady at the cash, however twitchy, danced away to Lead Belly while ringing through our seperate bills.
THE AMBIANCE: Don't let the food rating scare you, I couldn't have asked for a more pleasent environment to wallow in crapulence after the night of trouble ("Come on guys, there's bars and pubs for that kind of thing") cooked-up with Dan and Donaghey that preceeded.
∙ Genuine character: ✓
∙ Very decent MP3 playlist: ✓
∙ Good lighting: ✓
∙ Adjustable blinds: ✓
∙ A 40 year-old virgin with a Motorhead t-shirt bussing tables: ✓
My only vice would be the tight booths. I don't know if people were much smaller in the 50's, but I like to kick back before breakfast, and at The George, that can be kind of hard to do.
However hit or miss, if you're in the neighborhood and decided the night before you were going to kill a mickey of C.C. in the theatre over Lars and The Real Girl then follow it up with a night of excess, this place will settle your stomach while being easy on the eyes at the same time. Check it out if only for the atmosphere.