Tim Hortons — Restaurant in Winnipeg

Ah, the sweet siren's call of Tim Hortons—the familiar aroma that stirs the soul and beckons even the most reluctant of pilgrims. After a self-imposed exile spanning two long years, I dipped but a cautious toe into the warm, caffeinated waters of that once-beloved sanctuary. And lo, the coffee—rich and bold—still cradled my senses with a delight as comforting as the embrace of an old friend. In its simplicity, it was a welcome respite from the clamor of the world. Yet, as in all things, joy is fleeting.

The atmosphere, though more aligned with my tastes than those of rival establishments, soon revealed its darker hues. There I stood, a weary traveler, awaiting my turn to partake in this humble feast. Though but a few souls stood ahead, their numbers were multiplied in the weight of time, as the staff, seemingly untouched by the urgency of the midday hour, busied themselves with the trivial, tending to their stock as if oblivious to the silent pleas of those who thirsted for the nectar of the bean.

Ah, how cruel the irony that while the drive-thru buzzed like a hive of industry, inside the store, we, the few, the forgotten, were left to languish. Yet, I took this moment as an opportunity to practice the art of patience, an uninvited guest at the table of acceptance.

Settling into the sanctuary of my small table, fritter in hand, and cradling my double-double like a sacred chalice, I allowed myself a moment—a mere 98 seconds, to be precise—of unadulterated satisfaction. But as life so often reminds us, perfection is but a mirage, and joy, a fleeting thing. For there, in the flickering light of my contentment, came a persistent family of flies, as jovial and determined as any hungry patron, eager to share in my humble feast.

Alas, this brief return to what once was must now, I fear, give way to another period of abstinence. The joy of that familiar taste now marred by the unwelcome presence of those tiny interlopers, their wings buzzing a dirge to my hopes of a simpler, more idyllic indulgence. Ah, Tim Hortons, you giveth and you taketh away.

Yet, amid this symphony of minor grievances, a moment of pure, unsullied joy emerged, as if the universe sought to balance the scales. An adorable little girl, likely just having discovered the magical power of “hello,” boldly wielded it with abandon. Her parents, caught in their own impatient orbit, tugged her toward a bubble devoid of such pleasantries, urging her to remain insulated in a world where greetings between strangers are deemed unnecessary. But this tiny ambassador of goodwill, undeterred, insisted on saying "hi" and "hello" to me, her face alight with the wonder of simple connection.

And oh, how I wished, in that fleeting instant, that she might never fall victim to the lie so many of us have swallowed—that a smile or a greeting to a fellow traveler is an intrusion rather than a gift. May she never hesitate to share her joy with those of us who, for a moment, find ourselves savoring the sail of life's delights in this brief prelude to infinity. May her "hello" always ring out clear and bright, a beacon of light in a world that too often prefers the...

I showed up this morning to grab a sausage and bacon farmers wrap before my extremely early shift (I showed up before 6am). The wrap was DELICIOUS and it was such a nice size, cooked well, came out fast, etc. 5/5 stars! However, I decided to order a medium coffee as well. I haven't been a fan of Tim's coffee for a long time and every time I give it another chance, I'm usually disappointed. I ordered a medium 2 OAT MILK and 1 sugar. Again, it was early in the morning, I did not have a coffee yet and I was feeling desperate. So I order my coffee, I see she punches in oat milk. This is something I always look for because I have a dairy intolerance (sometimes cheese in a dish is bearable), but if I drink or consume a lot of dairy, that's a massive problem that I won't get too in detail about. I'm drinking my coffee and think, wow! this actually isn't so bad! Half way through, I get a massive stomach ache. The kind that makes me feel like I'm getting the flu or something. I want to fall onto the ground and roll up into a ball (I wish I was exaggerating but I'm not!!) I swear they put in regular milk or creamer or something because I never get this from oat milk or any other dairy alternative. OR maybe the oat milk was bad? I'm not sure. I've gone to the toilet 4 times now and I will not describe that, but it was BAD. I have to pound back some pepto bismol because it's so bad. Never getting Tim's coffee again, but I'm definitely getting the wraps again lol (2/5 stars only because the wrap...

I have been here before, and overall, everything was more or less satisfactory, but the last time was simply awful! So it's time to leave my review.

My order was taken by a middle-aged Asian man. Frankly, he couldn't care less about the customers or his job. When I tried to order a chocolate donut, he rudely told me three times that they had two types of chocolate donuts and that I had to choose one. Instead of telling me what they had and helping, he just stood there and stared at me. Then, when I tried to choose something else, he sighed and rolled his eyes, showing how annoyed he was with me.

When my order was ready, they gave me coffee but didn't give me the food. It was lying on their table, and like an idiot, I stood there waiting for about five minutes until I told them about it. Only then did they finally give me my entire order!

In addition to everything else, it's always full of junkies, and homeless people. All the tables are dirty, everything is filthy. It's impossible to enter the toilet; it smells like a sewer, the toilets are smeared with feces, the sinks are covered in mucus, and there are hairs from all parts of the body everywhere. It's disgusting and appalling, 100% unsanitary. You feel worse than a rat in a garbage dump!

The service is the worst, and the staff is the laziest and most irresponsible I have seen in such...