We set off northbound to Barrie with high hopes of catching the leaves changing colours due to lower temperatures and higher altitudes.
Its interior proved to span deeper than imagined, and could easily seat up to sixty people on its plastic red- and white-themed table/chair attachments. The decor, consisting of farm animal-themed elements and mini canvas works, was whimsical and highly appropriate given the environment. They showed signs of prolonged wear, which is to be predicted of a family-operated diner.
Starving, we were more than ecstatic to finally bite into the carb-loaded meals when they finally appeared some ten minutes later.
Last to arrive was my order - the Bee Jay Burger, which served up wonderful layers of filler-less guacamole, a chewy beef patty, crispy wisps of bacon, and standard burger components such as pickles and onions topped with ketchup, mustard, and relish. I found the burger was to satisfying without rendering an unpleasant fullness; the guacamole, though lacking a tad bit of lime juice, was an unmistakably great addition to a classic burger. Unlike a number of Yelpers, I had no issues with Bee Jays' quality of food nor service.
From top to bottom were: Muskoka Mocha, Mint Chocolate Chip, and Death by Chocolate.
Despite the hefty price tags laid upon each and every food and drink item, the service is unattentive at best. A floor-ridden "Please seat yourself." sign can be found staring customers directly in the face upon arrival; there was no host nor hostess in sight.
All three food items arrived with spectacular speed. The Curry Chicken was served piping hot, and was considerably fragrant even with the slight evening breeze. Heavily glazed Chicken Wings followed with sides of celery and carrot sticks; they were discovered to be tender and flavourful, but a tad lacking in crispiness.
Nachos were the last to make their way to the table, but little care had been taken to ensure that the kettle chips and Monterey Jack-cheddar mix were crunchy/melty. The salsa and sour cream were also considerably standard, and didn't even contain accent flavours (such as dill or the like) to heighten their flavours. Despite this, we still munched away until dinner time had passed and our stomachs had been filled to the brim with starchy cheesiness. By this point, I began to feel very unhealthy, and suddenly very aware of the day's calorie-intensive consumption.
But not all was mediocre - the view was astounding: we sat overlooking the ski hill and the attractions offered by Horseshoe Adventure Park just as the sun began to set. A chill was felt throughout the air, and we ultimately decided to move back indoors to continue with the rest of the meal.