Winston's English Pub & Grill — Restaurant in Saskatoon

I visited this quaint establishment roughly a month ago and finally have the strength to write this review. Parking is ample. I was promptly greeted upon entering and was seated immediately.

My server seemed pleasant enough although she did excuse herself an awful lot to speak on her cellphone in what sounded like Urdu. So quirky, right? In between calls, I was able to have a delicious IPA delivered. I started to feel quite comfortable after just a few sips. I remember thinking that these craft beers pack quite a wallop.

After I managed to finish my potent mug of brew, I decided to sample their specialty, good old fashioned fish and chips. Here’s where my review runs into a bit of a glitch. I can’t review the fish and chips because I honestly don’t remember eating them, let alone receiving them.

All I remember after that beer was waking up in a large bathtub full of ice water. My shirt was gone. It was all kind of hazy at first but after about fifteen seconds or so, I realized that there was a very large incision on the side of my belly. It appeared to be stitched up with butcher twine. I also noticed that my face was nearly covered in greasy crumbs of some sort. Weird.

I could feel a sudden jolt of adrenaline as the bizarre reality of my situation set in. I had a terrible suspicion about what had happened to me. I leapt out of the tub and started shuffling towards the only exit. This led into a huge empty warehouse type of room. There were holes in the roof and pigeons flying around all over. I managed to find my way outside.

The very first person I saw was shocked. Their reaction actually scared me a little bit. They took me to the nearest hospital within five minutes and next thing I know I’m in a gown on a bed. The bed was one of those Craftmatic adjustable beds. It felt like heaven at the time. This was interrupted by ever increasing soreness from my fresh wound.

Once the doctor saw me, it was only a matter of minutes before I was given the news. My right kidney had been removed. My blood work also indicated the presence of ketamine and dilaudid. Apparently I had blacked out from the beer and then dropped face first into my fish and chips. Awkward!

As I said at the beginning, it’s been almost a month. I definitely feel like I’m on the mend and life is still agreeing with me. I wanted to like this place so much after reading all of the positive reviews but, I don’t think I...

Good bar, Terrible staff This place is fantastic! I love the atmosphere, the beer selection, and the music they play. The food (as I recall, since I haven't eaten there for ages) is also really good. The bouncer I've met there on my last two visits is really friendly and welcoming.

However, the wait staff is some of the worst that I've encountered. The penultimate time I was there, our waitress knew one of the people at our table (who was also a waitress at a different bar), so they exchanged stories of awful customers. She was "stuck" downstairs and complained incessantly about having to run upstairs for drinks (martinis, different beers, etc). I kept thinking that The Upstairs staff (on Broadway and 8th) have to run up and down stairs carrying hot liquids throughout their shifts, and they manage to have great service. She complained so much that I felt guilty asking for a martini, even though she said she would go upstairs for us... She also seemed disappointed that I didn't give her a large tip for having to go upstairs. This last time, we had the same waitress and we were downstairs again. I asked for a martini (because it was martini night), and she refused to get it for me. Apparently, they aren't available downstairs, though she had previously stated that they were. I would have to pay to serve myself. She also made others run upstairs for different beers. She hit my partner with her tray to get his attention to ask if he wanted a drink. Unfriendly (or, rather, bitchy), self-entitled, and unwelcoming, which is unbefitting for one of Saskatoon's best pubs. Once her shift was done, we got a different waitress, who was not unfriendly, but, rather, indifferent. She barely acknowledged us at all for a hour or two until we left.

If there really is a different menu downstairs (which I doubt), they should print it so I don't have to guess at what I might be able to get down there.

To make these trips worse, the music downstairs (where they put people who book tables ahead of time) is louder than upstairs, so we weren't able to talk easily.

The pub is awesome, but the service makes me never want to go back. I hope that they can get some decent...

We had a horrible experience here. The waitress armed with a tray of shots, walked up behind my mother who was trying to get back to her seat. I must add that my mom has a spinal disease that prevents her from turning her upper back and neck to any degree. My mom went to stand straight up to shimmy down to her spot and acidentally bumped into the waitress who had the tray behind her head. The waitress flipped out and said we were paying for the shots that spilled and the lady who ordered the shots said no. I'm not paying for those. How is that fair? The waitress took off in a huff and ignored our table all night. After that we just went up to the bar all night and ordered our own drinks from the bartenders and they were very friendly but because there was at least 12 of us, after a few drinks each our table was literally overflowing with empty cups. So they called last call and we were all slowly heading out. And the waitress who ignored us all night and gave us horrible glares finally came over to start picking up cups (3 hours later) as we were putting our coats on. Then my sister in law who had enough said excuse me. "Why did you ignore us all night? It was an accident when the shots spilled and you shouldn't have been holding the tray behind someone's head." She rolled her eyes and ignored the question . So I said " oh well... see all these drinks your picking up now, we had to go to the bartenders for all of these came with a nice tip, so since you decided to ignore us I guess you missed out." She threw down her tray and walked over to one of the bouncers and he came over and yelled "get out!" We hadn't seen this guy all night. I tried to explain to him what had happened. And he said "I don't give a * get the * out" in complete utter disbelief. I asked for the managers name so I could contact them tomorrow and he kept saying "No I don't know his name." And proceeded to shove us out. I have never been so disrespected ans embarrassed in my entire life. There was still people sitting at their tables. So needless to say when I hear this pubs name my stomach flips in disgust. I or anyone in our group will never be setting foot in...