Bar Sportif Biggs Vaudreuil est décrit comme une taverne conviviale avec un service rapide, de nombreuses télévisions pour suivre les sports et une cuisine de type pub appréciée par beaucoup. Une douzaine de machines a sous vidéo offrent un peu d'animation supplémentaire. L'ambiance est généralement positive et les prix sont raisonnables, bien que le menu soit perçu comme solide mais peu varié et qu'il manque des bières artisanales locales. Le service peut varier, allant d'un service attentif et chaleureux à plus lent en période d'affluence, et l'on évoque parfois des fumées près de l'entrée. Les soirées et les visites occasionnelles sont saluées, les burgers et les frites reçoivent de bonnes notes et l'ambiance générale convient pour un verre ou un repas décontracté.
Everything was up to par for me & they have about a dozen video lottery machines to play(for the lucky few who have an itch to scratch) lol! All & all the place is your average tavern with friendly staff & fast service so if you're in the area & want to go somewhere for a few drinks or something to eat, you should definitely check it out!
Nous étions 2 motoneigistes & nous y sommes arrêté dimanche après-midi dernier! Vraiment un beau resto-bar , le ruben burger était #1 , la serveuse au bar était super chaleureuse ! Je recommande fortement cette endroit!
What a truly discouraging experience. I searched for a nearby bar close to our hotel & chose this place because it advertised slot machines & sports on TV. Instead of a place to unwind, customers were subjected to harassment & racist behavior from another patron. What's even worse is that staff & others allowed the situation to continue, creating an extremely uncomfortable & unacceptable atmosphere. This is a disgraceful establishment, & I would never recommend it to anyone.
Menu peu varié mais bon. Bonne portions. Aucun produit de nos microbrasseries locales. Moyenne d'âge de 50+. J'ai voulu y aller la dernière fois, mais je ne suis même pas rentré car je ne pouvais pas supporter tous les gens qui fument devant l'entrée. Il faut passer à travers le nuage pour accéder à l'intérieur. J'ose croire que les gens restent là puisque les sceaux à mégots sont juste à coté de la porte.
A Ghost Light for a Ghost Crew
We were closed last Friday. The chairs were stacked, the taps were silent, & the only light was the single ghost light we leave on by the bar. Google Maps knew it. Our website knew it. We're pretty sure the tumbleweed blowing past our front door knew it.
But they didn't. Or maybe they just refused to believe it.
Around 10 p.m., a car pulled into the empty lot. Out piled a small group of friends, maybe four or five of them, their faces primed for a night of laughter & cheap beer. You could almost see the good times they were anticipating evaporate into the cool night air as they approached the darkened windows.
They stood there for a long moment, a tableau of modern tragedy. One of them held up a phone, the screen's glow illuminating a face of pure, unadulterated disbelief. We could practically hear the conversation:'But I knew it said closed... I just didn't think they meant it.' They peered through the glass, cupping their hands around their eyes, searching for any sign of life. They even gave the door a hopeful, gentle tug, as if it might magically swing open & welcome them into the warm embrace of a bar that was very, very much not open.
There was a palpable sadness to the scene, the kind of quiet defeat that only comes when the simple, reliable things let you down. They didn't seem angry, just... deflated. A collective sigh seemed to hang in the air before they shuffled back to their car, their Friday night dreams dashed against the unyielding reality of our locked doors.🚪😢
