Jersey Giant. So much for Hal's 'authentic Canadian pub experience.' This was a fun place, actually. Very low key. The bartender, like just about every other Torontonian we met, was a wonderful conversationalist - ended up getting into a discussion on distribution lines/pedigrees of beers. Interesting. Another wonderful little thing was what was on tap: for crying out loud, I had a gosh darned hoegaarden and was it a franziskaner? I think so. You're lucky if you can find those in bottles here.
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