Hours: Lunch: Friday-Sunday; dinner: seven days
Open late: Saturday till 3, other nights till 2
This corner spot has seen more concepts come and go than can be explained by anything other than an eldritch curse. The latest, from the Vaughan Hospitality Group (Mystic Celt, Corcoran's, Emerald Loop), is Faurish down to the menu, which includes de rigueur generica like quesadillas, hummus, mac 'n' cheese, and burgers. But Monty Gaels appears to have popped out of a slightly different mold. Yeah, there are the ever-changing specials on shitty beer, and eight flat screens on the walls, each tuned to a different gladiator fight; still, things like pork shoulder and cabbage cooked in Daisy Cutter, curried pumpkin-chicken soup, or smashed potatoes with Camembert indicate a hand more cheffy than usual at the wheel. This didn't help the buffalo wings, governed by the Fauxrish cliche that says food in Ireland doesn't get any more intensely flavored than boiled potatoes—came with but a wee drizzling of what I suppose was buffalo sauce. Nor can I recommend the Scotch egg—mine was cooked to chewy and chalky and set carefully at the end of dynamic smear of mustard alongside a pile of blah mixed greens and citrus sections. A BLT with fried green tomato, watercress, and avocado came with stale bread and none of the promised pork jowl, and a red-wine-braised short rib appeared as a disintegrating gray slab covered in ketchup-y barbecue sauce. At least we had plenty of paper napkins to hide them under—our server needlessly replenished our supply not once, not twice, but thrice.
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Irish-style gastropub screening plenty of college football.