When I first walked into The Black Frog I got that funky, laid back feeling. The place had character, embellish with all its nick knacks, next to its unique location. There were a lot of flies around, which is not necessarily a good sign, especially around the kitchen area. The staff seemed pleasant, genuine and very helpful. On the other hand the food was not so impressive, and for me that was the big minus right there. It seems to be no effort or creativity at all. It was the kind of food you could make at home. I ordered the Greek flavoured wings and fries. You could tell the wings were tossed in the deep fryer and sprinkled with Mrs. Dashes Greek seasoning; if you going to do that give the wings to me for $5.00 instead of $10.00. Another time I had their pulled chicken sandwich. I would describe it as mom’s leftovers from a few days ago thrown into the microwave. I would also like to point out that there is no refill on pop, which they did they did not bother tell me. Beer was suffering, little skunky and flat, I wonder if they even bother to clean there pipes. Overall interesting place but so what who cares.

Simple home cooked food and reasonable priced. Clubhouse sandiwch with soup or fries for less than $12. 13 beers on tap with the only ddisappointment being Big Rock (crap beer). Friendly staff and some interesting spirits. Several big screens make it a busy spot during the hockey and soccer matches.

I headed to Black Frog a while back with some friends for a pint. There were about 8 of us, two of us were driving. It was 4:30 in the afternoon, and it certainly wasn't busy. I had two beers, but had to drive all the way back home, and refused more when they were offered. Each time I turned down a drink, the waitress simply rolled her eyes and walked away. When business started to pick up with the afterwork crowd, the waitress announced into space that anyone without a drink or food would have to go elsewhere to "hang out". She told me that I had to leave, very rudely, and I replied that, "I was the DD...what did she want me to do, have my buddies drive home drunk?" She said that I would have to buy a coke or something in order to stay because I was taking up valuable space. So let me get this straight.... I have to leave, but my friends can stay because they're leaving. At this point, we all collected our bills and left. We didn't put a cent down for tip, because, being forced to leave, we felt no obligation to do so.
I guess you can't head here unless you're willing to drive drunk!