A seasonal institution
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Like most people, it would never occur to me to go to the Black Bull in the winter. Inside, it's a dingy-ish sports bar. But come spring-time, people flock to the largest patio on Queen West; it can be near miraculous if you find a seat without having to wait in the city's prime people-watching real-estate. The staff here are often harried and I've never ordered the food. You're here for drinks and the sunshine. 'Nuff said.
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