Dewey's — Restaurant in Greater Strathcona

Once upon a time on a dark and stormy night, I was walking along the road, shoes clacking on the pavement. I saw Dewey’s, the light spilling out into the darkness. Entering the bar, I saw Dustin’s beautiful, majestic moustache, and knew instantly that this was the bar for me.

I sat down and drank responsibly, being served correctly as per the regulations of the AGLC, and tipped well.

The atmosphere was hypnotic, many happy people who were behaving themselves, and servers were exemplary.

A single tear rolled down my cheek as I reflected on the fact that I would never be able to experience Dewey’s for the first time again - condemned to a life of having seen the New Jerusalem in all its novel glory for only a single time.

As I left the bar, I hurled myself down on the ground and kissed the earth, thanking god that such a place was permitted to exist on this imperfect world. From that day on I started seeing life in a different way. The next day, I won the lottery and my family called me and I fixed my relationship with my parents. The president called me and offered me a job, and told me it was because of Dewey’s.

My life has never been better.

Thank you Dewey’s.

(I recommend the...

Well, sugar, let me regale you with the tale of my splendid time at Dewey's, the charming bar on the University of Alberta Campus. My hip might not be what it used to be, but that didn't stop me from waltzing into this haven of joy.

First off, the Irish red at Dewey's is truly divine, dearie. Sipped it like it was the nectar of the gods, and let me tell you, it made my old bones feel a tad sprightlier.

Now, brace yourself for the fun part – I played pool with a bunch of fine young men studying in the institution of engineering (Hunky!). Oh, my stars! Those lads were as charming as a summer breeze, and we laughed and jested like old pals.

But let me shine the spotlight on Emma, our angelic waitress. Bless her heart, she fluttered around like a butterfly, ensuring our glasses were never empty and our smiles never faded. Emma, that dear, made this old lady feel like royalty, attending to our every need with a grace that warmed my heart.

Dewey's, with its Irish red, pool-playing hunks, and the delightful Emma, is more than just a bar; it's a haven of merriment and camaraderie. This old gal found a slice of paradise right there on the University of Alberta Campus....

If you are by yourself, the service is slow. If you are with a group of friends, you forget about the service until they come up to you at random intervals. The servers are nice, though.

Anyway, I come here for the karaoke (since 2018, actually) and it’s kinda always been the same. The menu absolutely sucks now because their kitchen is not fully functional. There are no fries nor the wide assortment of burgers they used to have, and so on. It sucks because I love the vibes so much, but I never order anything besides drinks. Like, they used to have pasta, guys. It wasn’t good pasta, but it was SOMETHING.

Also, poutine is a bar staple and its exclusion is very apparent.

(I will update this review if the kitchen is fixed. For the ENTIRETY of Fall 2024/Winter 2025, it was broken. How was that...