As a dilettante and preeminent souse, I am well acquainted with the concept of a provider of alcohol that is there one day and gone with thy money the next. Though birds do pray tell that Osgoode’s JCR is not a place for such mournful experiences. Therefore, I did not tarry in experiencing this establishment to review it so that my fellow functioning dipsomaniacs may decide whether to visit it.
Walking into the JCR, one may know it is a very open concept bar with entertainment scattered around a variety of seating available. In this way, it is not too distant from the pub one might have experienced. That is if your local pub is absent of any wall decorations and a music jukebox. While the décor is lacking in ambiance, the barman is first-rate. They provide a myriad of beverages at very affordable costs, especially compared to the prices one is subjected to in the more southerly areas of the city. The hoist of jovial, however, offer interesting company, though the majority of the patrons care not for discussion unless it ties back to the law or a woeful class they willingly signed up for. Though the drinks are cheap, they are also limited in options, as champagne, Scotch, or other finer liquors are without recourse. Though we repeat that the staff are affable, they lack a signature cocktail list—and cocktails in general. Whilst one may on occasion find bar snacks, food is not an option nor speciality. The exception being when I was offered to eat these so-called L’s after a particularly rousting game of pool.
Despite it having its own charm and great value, the lack of cocktails, food, and non-legal-minded patrons led me to my verdict of seven out of ten. I may study there again.