The toilet paper is the only divey thing about Bay Street these days. It’s not the roughest but it’s certainly not comfortable. It’s also thin AF and somehow lighter than air, but has mind-boggling disproportionate absorbency.
Okay I normally don’t offer my views on establishments, but this one is too close to my heart because I was an extremely regular customer back in the pre-COVID Bay Street Grill days, when it was an actual dive.
In those days the server was SO GRUMPY but nice once she got to know you. Burgers came with a choice of potato, but you never knew who was making that choice. Despite ordering the same meal every week, there was at least a 60% chance it came out wrong (not accounting for the potato).
The food was mid, but in the best way. The trivia host peddled the Thursday Night Rib Special which we were never brave enough to try. The drinks were $7 max and they’d give you discounts if you helped finish off a keg. They once charred a Heggie’s pizza so badly they made us a new one.
It was an actual dive and the most wonderful place in the world. Burger Dive’s food is too good, their staff is too happy, and their drinks are too expensive. Don’t even get me started on the fact that they serve an espresso martini WITH AN ESPRESSO BEAN GARNISH. It’s fine. But it is NOT a dive.
