The twelfth and final installment of my series about pubs I miss returns us to Brampton and the Hare & Hound. This corner was rumoured to be cursed. Nothing lasted long, not even good places, then a pair of brothers opened up the Hare & Hound. And get this: their surname was Pynts.
In a similar vein, the Hare & Hound was almost too good to be true. I can say without word of a lie that I would go there for the food. The chef had a deft hand with spices and the house made soups were outstanding, even when they sounded odd. Bacon, lettuce and tomato soup anyone? The specials were great and so, too, was the standard pub fare.
But of course we are here for the beer and they had a terrific selection of ales I don't see so much anymore. Used to be you could find Newcastle, John Smith's Yorkshire Bitters and the like all over Toronto.
They couldn't do a thing wrong. Even Valentine's Day ran smoothly with a special menu and fast service.
After a number of years, it was time to move on. The Pynts brothers sold the business and the location reverted to the old pattern. It's on at least its third set of owners and as for the curse, rumour has it the most recent time it sat empty came about after a Simcoe Day weekend when a co-owner died trying to pull of a showy dive into Georgian Bay.
These days it's a not particularly busy outlet of the Wild Wings chain.
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