Dineen Outpost — Restaurant in Toronto

It’s a very quaint café, perfect if you want to find a private nook to read or enjoy a moment of quiet on the patio. This place has a lot going for it: friendly and knowledgeable staff, a beautiful yet unpretentious interior, and great coffee. I love how different sections of the café give off different vibes. The south side faces Gerrard Street, where you can enjoy the sunlight. If you prefer to stay out of the sun, head upstairs to the north side, which is furnished in darker tones and feels a bit more settled. If you have a four-legged friend, you don’t have to worry Dineen cleverly installed a takeout window facing the patio. I hate bothering baristas for water, so the self-serve water station is a nice touch. It’s a wonderful café, and I highly...

A great neighbourhood cafe located in the little strip of Gerrard between Jones and Marjory.

The decor is kinda fancy with some round table seating in the front and more traditional square table seating in the raised area in the back.

It is really bright with all the windows that let in the sunlight and just has a high energy vibe.

We ended up getting a hot apple cider, chai latte, and a slice of pistachio bread and enjoyed them at one of the small round tables near the windows facing Gerrard St. The prices for things seem fair for an establishment offering not just food and drink but a little curated experience.

It was like having a little peaceful moment amongst the light chatter and keyboard clicks on the laptops on a...

Absolutely ridiculous. I was the last in line of just three customers, with three employees behind the counter. One quickly grabbed my treats but completely forgot my coffee order. The second barista wandered around aimlessly, then stood chatting with a friend instead of doing her job—meanwhile, my espresso and cappuccino took forever. The third one? Just cleaning and refilling beans like it was a slow day, even though I was the only one waiting on drinks.

Then the barista who spent more time socializing than working had the nerve to thank me for my “patience.” I wouldn’t have needed patience if she just did her job. This is exactly why I’ve stopped tipping—terrible service is becoming the norm, and I’m done...