Captain Jack — Restaurant in Toronto

I cannot possibly rate this place for atmosphere. It is either heaven or pure hell depending on who you are. This is the hangout for the true rascals and ne'er-do-wells of the neighborhood. I wanted to sit down but all the chairs had coats draped on them. The person who brought me there insisted that I just sit in a seat and the coat's owner did not care at all. This turned out to be true.

It was absolutely packed in the tiny space, and a single staff member was doing everything (?!). The patrons are poking me, and telling me, "OOoh! Here she comes! You better know what you want! You will get it, but say it quick and don't give her any attitude hahahaha". I don't mean to criticize how she was handling things, it was like she was solely responsible for 25 drunken toddlers. If she had a barback, then he was almost invisible. She comported herself like a tavern owner in a Caribbean port in 1738. Good on her to be able to keep these spalpeens under control.

Everyone was hugging, and then we were about to all get in a big fight, and then everyone was hugging again. The patrons insist that you have a great time. They are all high on marijuana.

The menu goes something like, "Pabst Blue Ribbon, Molson Canadian, Lay's Potato Chips".

The bathroom was......

Holy, this place is so cool. I remember in 2005, I was 14 at the time, and my friend (also 14) went in to bum a cigarette and was quickly escorted out lol. Flash-forward to 2021, I'm 30, and I went there for a drink with my friend from British Columbia. I sent a picture of the bar to my dad who promptly got jealous and said "is that Captain Jack's?!" He had told me it was like stepping back in time going there, and he was right, it was what I imagine the 70's and 80's scene looked like, a surreal experience-- you would never guess you were in The Beaches. I will be going back for drinks next time I'm...

As soon as i opened the door.. a strong waft of rat-pee mixed with mutant b.o. smacked me in the face.. the bar is as big as my nephews bathroom and and upon looking around for a sec, not one human like being to found.. knuckle draggers and mouth breathers as far as the eye could see...so.. 11 ft. The waitress was a breath of fresh air though, she quickly hopped off her broom and was at our service in a minute.. she promptly gave me a look usually reserved for foul-smelling cattle, then asked for my i.d. i took this moment to reassess, then ran outta that hole like my hair was on fire.. 5...