Gabby’s

I got the fish & chips, the fish was tasteless and the fries appeared oven heated bought from the grocery store. The sauce that came with it is probably the worst tartar sauce I’ve tasted.
Shame since it’s close to school but it’s worth it going for the drink specials. Avoid the fries though, not worth the price.

It’s mediocre, they have decent drink special but their selection isn’t that great. 8 didn’t eat and 8m glad I didn’t. My friends got food and well none of it look good or tasted good by their words.

Came in here hungry after a very long day because I saw the Jays game on. Ordered the chicken parm with side fettuccine alfredo. The sauce on the parm was very tasty, but the alfredo was bland as can be. Salt didn’t help. Wish there had been more sauce on the parm. I’d have turned that alfredo into a rose just so that it would taste of something… anything…
Service was good enough. Seemed like one person on duty in the dining room all night, including the bar. On a Friday night, that surprised me. But hey, she did well. Ate, paid, left. No big story here.

This is the worst experience ever. We came here for mothers day dinner my mom, her husband, my daughter and my self. It had a few customers when we walked in at the bar. We ordered are drinks which took 10mins to come back because she was talking to her friends (customers). Once getting our drinks she took our ordered once getting our food she spilled ranch dressing all over my dress and feet. Apologied but that was it. Worst experience ever. Do not recommend this resturant at all. Only doing a star because I have to.

A menu and brand that poorly rips off Jack Astor’s. Awful service, and warm disgusting beer was the special of the day. We walked out after our server forgot we were there. Will never go back to this hole — there are much better options in this city. Walk a block in any direction to find one.

Every time I go to Gabby’s, I get the boneless wings with fries for $ 9.99. If you go on a regular day, you will have a delicious filling meal. If you go on a half-​price wing day, you’ll finish your meal and THEN be like, «okay, NOW I’m hungry.»
I just don’t get how you people can call it half price wings when your portion size decreases on those days. It’s the biggest injustice since the continuation of 8 Simple Rules following John Ritter’s on set deathl!!! Perhaps this is some kind of business/​sales tactic to get me to buy more food. You’re trying to swindle me Gabby, and I don’t like it one bit. We all know you guys are just trying to fool us, and for what? To save a few crufty fries? Get the fudge outta here Gabby!
Even though the boneless wings are delicious and the suicide sauce is amazing, I can’t give you more than three stars cuz the servant brought me apple juice that was 99% ice. 1% apple juice means 1% tip lady.
Meh. 3 stars.

Gabby’s is Betty’s Poor cousin.
If you have been to Betty’s, you know what I mean.

Came here for the pizza over lunch… they have thin crust pizza here for ~$ 14.
Meat lover one was nothing special. But, I really liked the goat cheese one and I think hawaiian. Yummm…

Empty on a Sunday night, good service, the wings were great, but I was disappointed that there were only nine wings compared to the usual 12 from other places. Fries were generic could have been from anywhere, and the overall price was respectable for two people.

I went to school across the street from this place for 3 years. From previous reviews, I know that the opinion of most students that attend GBC are well, not the best. Anyways, this summer I found myself a returning student to GBC for another year of torture, also known as school.
Anywho, for this whole time I have never ventured to Gabby’s. Not once. Yes, I walk by it every time I’m at school, and have received countless invitations from friends to join them for after school drinks, but it has just never appealed to me for two reasons:
1– This particular area of Toronto is FULL of great bars and pubs where to get an after school or work drink.
2– If I want food, St. Lawrence Market up the street! OR there are hundreds of other restaurants in this area.
But today, after a final exam that almost made me cry, some school mates invited to Gabby’s so we could commiserate about the exam from hell that was given to us by our heartless professor, and I accepted.
First impression: This place is a regular, run of the mill bar. It is pretty dark in there which I appreciated, as it made me feel better about my plans to drown my sorrows on a pitcher of beer so early in the day. We took the biggest table they had and ordered our drinks. The waitress looked at me suspiciously and then carded me, which made me feel great, specially since I was the oldest in the group by like 4 years.
I was about ²⁄₃ into my Stella when I saw the little drink menu on the table with the daily specials. Thursdays = $ 2.25 beer mugs. I asked the waitress what beers were offered on the special and she told us Coors Light and Canadian. Not my choice of beers, but at $ 2.25, I wasn’t going to say no. I ended up having 2 mugs, plus that Stella and it all came to less than $ 10.00!
I don’t particularly like Gabby’s at all really, but its a good option for cheap beers (as long as you don’t mind their only 2 choices).
So will I be returning? Probably only after another exam, when all I want is a cheap beer with friends. Oh, before I forget, our waitress was really nice and did not mind at all that we all wanted separate bills :)

Ok. So here’s the thing about this Gabby’s — I’ve been to many before, many times, but this location is unique — in a bad way.
The main thing is the quality of the food for the price — I always come when I get the familiar craving for sweet potato fries, but no longer! I have finally accepted the fact that the food at this location just isn’t that good — which is strange, because I love the Gabby’s on Bloor Street.
Also, the service isn’t that great. I’ve never been a server before, but I bet it’s not ideal to work at a student bar, where you constantly have to deal with underage people and not enough tips, but, I’ve actually been told by a waitress there that if I want to know the specials, I should check the menu. Really?! And you think «maybe she was just having a bad day», but it hasn’t been much better other times I’ve been.
Definitely don’t go to this location if you are looking for a fast, cheap lunch! There are way to many other great restaurants /​pubs in the area for you to settle on Gabby’s. (And if you do go, don’t get sweet potato fries! Or nachos. Or sliders. Or quesadillas…)

I had Fish n’ Chips. Soggy, chewy fish with fries from a bag served with three packs of tartar. For $ 12, they couldn’t even put the tartar in a bowl. There is no excuse for frozen food. Especially if you are a block from St. Lawrence. The beer was beer and the taps are mostly domestic. This place belongs in a strip-​mall in Bolton.

I completely expected this day to come, just not so soon. I went to Gabby’s on King E across from George Brown College after spending the previous half hour listening to my doctor talk about LDL, HDL and triglycerides, yadda yadda yadda. Even though I’m not in a risk group, I should start watching what I eat, or at least pay attention. As he spoke in my mind I was completely blaming the Black Hoof Café, all those damn dim-​sum places and Dufflets for my predicament! They were to blame!
It was almost like (notice I said like) getting informed of picking up an STD by your doctor and in your mind blaming it on that one night of weakness where you went home with that girl from Devil’s Martini just because she showed you a lot of cleavage, or maybe it was that friend who provided you «added» benefits, but alas who am I to kid? It was all my own fault! There’s no one to blame but myself. Booohooohoo.
So I was planning on drowning my sorrows at Gabby’s with some beer, wings and rings over lunch, as if my last half hour was just a bad dream… but instead I ordered a diet coke, chicken fingers and a salad! A freaking salad! It’s so true, you CAN’T make friends with salad!
The only thing that mildly cheered me up was listening in on all the conversations between these college kids around me, trying to be cool. I’ve forgotten what it was like to be young, innocent and thinking I knew everything.
There was a table of chef wannabes across from me who were talking about the merits of Thomas Keller as if they’ve eaten at his place a few times over. Really? THE Thomas Keller? As in the owner of the French Laundry which is on one of my 100 things I must do before I die list, and on the S. Pelligrino’s World’s 50 best restaurants Thomas Keller? Seriously, would these kids know what a Micheline star was if there wasn’t so much food porn on TV?
Then I listened in on this girl talk about her poker skills and how guys don’t want to play her anymore because they complain she wasn’t showing enough emotion while playing (which makes absolutely no sense whatsoever). Now every time she gets a card she supposedly feigns a laugh and that too is annoying her friends. Boy, if I felt she had more than pocket change in her purse, I’d invite her to a few of my fun games. It’s a different game when you have friends who are professionals. Here’s a suggestion, pick up Doyle Brunson’s «Super system» then get back to me. I guess if you don’t know you’re sounding silly, you just… sound.
Then there were all the conversations about the Olympics. They all had an opinion on everything, such as who should play in goal tonight vs the Russians. «Martin Brodeure is like as old as my dad! He should retire.» Not only is Brodeure a hall of fame goalie, I’m one year younger than Marty. *sigh* Anyways, plenty of TVs around as I watched the replay of Joanie Rochette’s heartbreaking skate on one of the projector screens and the ski cross on the other oversized plasma.
So where’s the review? I had a freaking house salad and chicken fingers! The lettuce was green, and the plum sauce probably came out of a jug. Leave me alone.
The service was mediocre as I had to wait 9 mins for the server to take my order during lunch service. So there.