Denny’s Steak Pub
106 Beverly Road, Kensington
We have a friend who has lived a few blocks from Denny’s for years but never went in because the place scared her. This maybe makes sense because Denny’s is pretty foreboding and is just about the dive-iest bar we’ve ever entered. Two pieces of advice: do not order wine, and don’t ask for food. Despite its calling itself a “steak pub,” Denny’s hasn’t served food in over a decade. And if we have to tell you why you shouldn’t order wine, well, you don’t really belong in Denny’s in the first place. That said, we like this bar, if only because it’s a dying breed. Denny’s isn’t going to start a karaoke night like Shenanigans. It doesn’t have killer burgers like Rhythm & Booze. It isn’t situated right off Prospect Park and doesn’t have the history of Farrell’s. No, Denny’s is just a dark place to get a beer and shoot the shit. Places like this have been around for decades, but it certainly feels like they’ll be harder to find in decades to come.