BMO Bank of Montreal

I’ve only ever seen someone smoke a glass crack pipe in real life twice, and both times the person was in the ATM vestibule of this bank, very early in the morning.
Four stars! Useful to all strata of the community!

Since moving to the ‘hood back in February, this has been my local branch.
At first I was afraid. I was petrified.
I kept on thinking, «how can this dirty dump exist so close by my side?»
But then I banked so many days
And they never did me wrong;
My opinion’s strong…
I’ll bring them back from sure disgrace!
Ok ok ok, I’ll stop with the Gloria Gaynor bit.
So, the entry to this BMO regularly smells like piss and/​or vomit. That, in short, is fucking disgusting. But I guess that comes with the territory of having an unlocked, sheltered ATM available at 1:30am in Bloordale.
Other than that, though, I’ve found the actual interior to be clean, tidy, and well kept, just like the employees. (Have you ever been to a bank where the employees were NOT clean, tidy, and well kept?)
They’re quick, friendly, and efficient. I won’t talk about BMO’s actual policies and whatnot ‘cuz, well, you either like them or you don’t, and Unilocal really isn’t the place to discuss whether their air miles rewards card is superior to the Scene Visa from Scotia Bank.
I will mention one particular teller named «Moose». Yep, you read that right. It says «Moose» on his name tag. Moose is great. He’s over-​the-​top outgoing, burly, bearded, rather hilarious. Dude’s an ex-​football player. I’ve never encountered such a bank teller before. It was refreshing. If every bank teller was an oddball ex-​linebacker with a gnarly beard and a sense of humour, I think more people would forgo ATM automation and actually bank face to face.
(«…I just walked in to find him there with that big smile upon his face!»)
So, uh, yeah. BMO at Bloordale. Moose. WTF. Talk about a weird bank. I dig it.