The Intersection Tavern

Meh. The usual local pub/​tavern that does the usual with the usual crowd so really nothing spesh here.
The food looked impressive but too bad it came out cold and really did not match description. The medium rare steak was pretty much fully cooked and the crumbed lamb cutlets was pretty much just crumbs and no cutlet.
Food took ages to arrive which was bad especially when you’re hungry and 80% of the patrons were there to get pissed than filled.
No more again.

Getting drunk in the suburbs has been a problem unresolved since the invention of suburban tract living. Don Draper would have you believe the best way is to park under a bridge after taking a detour from purchasing your kid’s birthday cake but before spontaneously purchasing a dog. For the rest of society, it’s more a problem of the «where can I go to drink with glamorous and like-​minded individuals in a comfortable and stylish environment?».
The Intersection Tavern does nothing to resolve this problem. Another concrete rendered monstrosity, the trend for suburban hotels has been a jack-​of-​all trades approach, something which this bar attempts. The main bar area is a 20 foot high illuminated wall, which does look cool, however the area around the bar is clustered and hard to move in, even when at half capacity. A set of stairs near the Keno/​TAB area leads to an upper area with booths and a bistro. The layout is awkward — no one wants to have a view of the racing form while trying to relax with a drink and similarly, no one wants the other bar patrons to be watching over their shoulder as they tap away at the TAB machine. For a Saturday night, the DJ played a tired set, memorable mainly for a tepid remix of «Dancing On The Ceiling» by the immortal Lionel Richie, and the most interesting thing going on was the one billionth rerun of Die Hard on the plasma screens broadcasting network TV scattered throughout the upper area.
Consider the Don Draper method before considering The Intersection.