Pour Boy serves its poutine two ways. There is the standard plate — golden fries, St Albert cheese curds, dark veggie gravy — and there is the Kashmir, where the gravy gives way to a homemade Indian butter sauce and the Quebec classic lands somewhere closer to a curry. That one swap says most of what matters about this Somerset Street West pub. The pub-food fundamentals are all here, and the kitchen keeps reaching a few inches past them, putting Pad Thai on the same board as the wings without making a production of it.
The wings are the anchor, served on a bed of fries and dressed from a long row of sauces — hot, mild, honey-garlic, honey hot, Thai chili, Cajun, lemon pepper, Spicy Dill — with the house Liquid Danger held in reserve for anyone who wants the extra-hot end of the scale. The same sauce family carries the cauliflower bites, the vegetarian counterpart that arrives on fries the same way. From there the menu fans out: a Pad Thai with onions, bean sprouts and egg and a choice of chicken or tofu; an Indian butter chicken over rice with chickpeas; a Philly cheese steak; pulled pork under barbecue sauce and fried onions; a barbecue chicken wrap with bacon and cheddar; a Greek wrap with tzatziki and feta. The Pour Boy Burger keeps it plain — a homemade beef patty with mustard, ketchup and pickles. Plant-based options are written into the core menu rather than appended to it: a vegan veggie wrap built on fried cauliflower and Thai chili sauce, a vegan veggie burger, fried tofu, edamame and crispy spring rolls.
What holds the range together is not reinvention but a kind of unfussy breadth. The familiar end of the menu stays put — burgers, perogies, nachos, quesadillas, a Caesar salad — while a few outliers carry the character, so the board reads more specific than a pub menu usually bothers to be. Value runs underneath all of it. The food sits in approachable territory, the taps lean craft and local, and a rotating two-ounce cocktail special — the Pour Boy Sunrise, a Long Island iced tea, a Caesar, a mojito, a whiskey sour — holds at $9.99 every day of the week. Snacks, burgers and comfort plates all stay in low-stakes territory, the kind of pricing that rewards a second and third round rather than a single sitting. Affordability here is not a seasonal promotion. It is the premise the place was built on.
The pub opened in 2013 under Anthony Marko, who, by local accounts, brought the Pour Boy name north from Toronto, where his brother had started the original. The idea travelled with it intact: accessible food and drink, a menu free to change, and nothing on the wall asking to be taken too seriously. That last part runs close to literal. The Somerset Street West storefront has long carried its identity on its face — a front-wall mural that makes the pub easy to spot and hard to mistake for anything else along the Chinatown stretch.
The week gives regulars a reason to return that has little to do with the kitchen. Tuesday is trivia, two seatings and no cover, booked by phone the day of. Wednesday is open mic, sign-up the day of, running from nine until midnight. Thursday is comedy, pay-what-you-can, an eight-o'clock show in a small room that has drawn touring comedians alongside the open-mic regulars who graduate from the night before. Friday is Blingo, the pub's music-bingo night, free to play with prizes on the line. The doors stay open every day, mid-afternoon until two in the morning. Order a round, lose at trivia, and stay for one more on Somerset Street West.