Game Time Sports Bar & Grill

OMG Jiggs Dinner is to die for. If you haven’t had a good ol’ Newfie dinner you have to try this one. Only available on the last Sunday of the month and sells out fast.

Had our Christmas party last year here. I don’t remember much of what went on (for better or worse) but the location is cozy and had a good feel with a large group. Seemed a bit pricey in the end though.

If you have not experienced the small town bar atmosphere, you will not appreciate this place for what it is. If you want to compare it to high-​end lounges or clubs with upper-​class clientele, then of course Game Time is going to be a 1 or 2 star establishment. However, if you want to have a few beer, play some games and have a casual visit with friends in a place conveniently located near you, then Game Time hits the spot. I am entertained, not repulsed or afraid of people who do not look or act like me. Most patrons are open to humoring a conversation with a stranger, and that’s what small town people do. If you are laid back and a people watcher, you can have a good time here.
Game Time hosts karaōke and live music, albeit not the best in town, but it’s still fun once in awhile. Based on what I’ve had the food isn’t anything to rave about. Whatever. If you’re’ picky, eat before you go or get veggies and dip. If you’re drunk and ordering food, I’m sure it will be delicious. It’s always been a pretty clean place, so as long as they keep it up, I’ll still go back.

Located in the armpit of McKnight and Center street, visiting Game Time Sports bar made for an interesting visit. The spread of the bar itself offers a bevy of entertainment options: darts, billiards, gambling, dancing, arcade, and of course drinking.
As far as drinks and service went, everything was fine up until the waitress misunderstood my request for the bill and brought me another beer. She was prompt in taking my onion ring order and brought it out within 10 minutes. The onion rings weren’t very good.
The locals which I assumed were locals because they knew the servers well enough to exchange warm greetings, were interesting. I had no problem with most of them except for the belligerent 50+ geriatrics who found it appropriate to finger the rock band just because they weren’t playing appropriate music to dance to. Judging from the chaotic flailing of their limbs and hips, I think they were looking for either country or vintage 70’s porn music. Eventually one of them had to be taken away because he decided that after fingering the band, the sky, and the direction of the pinball machines he wasn’t getting anywhere so he decided to take a swipe at some unsuspecting long haired bearded local. The bouncer (who was a friendly Filipino man that I assume was a kung fu manster) took away so fast he didn’t have time to ponder whether he should’ve acted his age.

This place gives a good first impression, especially when compared to what we were expecting. It is tucked away in the corner of a strip mall far out of our way, but entering it, it is clean and well-​sized. The space is generous, there were a few pool tables, a dart area, and a high stage for performers. The clientele was mostly older, and the waitress was that type of disheartened older woman with a cynically calculated trashy look, shamelessly bending over the table at any opportunity to show off what must have been a pricey augmentation, but with a bitter look in her eyes, instantly able to sense a (married) man unwilling to flirt and leave a too-​generous tip. Not the best impression, but I guess everyone’s got to make a living.
I suppose I will not mention the hammered man who took a run at the other band’s table and got taken outside; or the lonely old metalhead getting drunk in silent, solitary dignity; or the tiny couple in their fifties awkwardly dancing together; or the vigorous leather jacketed balding Goatee tearing up the dancefloor in his boots; or the two girls possibly on Game Time’s payroll dancing together in a hopeless attempt to rouse up more drinking — it was a location with Characters, and from what Dan and Jessi described of their trip to a nearby London Drugs, we didn’t even see the best of it!
The food sucked, plain and simple. My burger was obviously frozen and tasted like offal, and the fries were the temperature and staleness that suggests a lengthy wait after they’ve come out of the oil. Angelo got some onion rings that contained no discernible onion, with a hard batter that was unbelievably salted: how he managed to absolutely smother it with parmesan cheese and Tabasco and survive the night is a mystery. Dan’s friend got a plate of poutine that looked more like a bear turd.
The stage itself was high, but deceptively tiny. Monitors — not sure there were any, I definitely could not hear anything and got hopelessly muddled during a soaring chorus, and nearly derailed the whole show. The audience thinned out and we sputtered to a whimpering close. Not our finest effort! Not the finest sports bar.

Oh my.
This place it STRANGE!
On the plus side, it is (surprisingly!) a relatively clean establishment once you step inside. I would say the pluses probably end there.
The audience that this place attracts on a Friday night is a bizarre hodgepodge of rocker dudes, senior citizens, cougars and 20 somethings. All there to do one thing and one thing only:
Drink.
When I was there, a bar brawl nearly broke out, but the heated tempers were quickly quelled by the middle aged man wearing the «security» hat.
I can not imagine ever coming back to this place. With it’s centre street location residing north of McKnight, there is no possible way I would ever go out of my way to stop by this place.