Big Leagues or Little Leagues: Just Where does the Mafia Belong?

(Located inside Sopranos
Karaoke & Sports Bar)

730 Caledonia
Victoria, B.C.

Mafia Burger has a good product-line going for them: all the traditional toppings and extra heavy fattenings for their 21 burger line-up. There’s plenty to choose from if people visit at particular times. At any others, the pickings are slim.

On my Friday evening visit for a quick dinner bite, the only burger available during hockey night is “The Royale,” a bare bones burger. It was created for the Victoria Royals Budweiser Tail-gate Party that was happening around the bar.

On these special events, the Mafia had no choice but to provide simplicity. Shouldn’t that be the other way around? I was feeling jilted. Where’s the Don to say, “I want it my way!” All Mafia seems to do is to supply a demand. Al Capone once said, “Capitalism is the legitimate racket of the ruling class,” and Mafia Burger is not in the big leagues yet.

They need to move out of Sopranos Karaoke and Sports Bar if they want to succeed. I never had any love for this joint. I’ve been here on some occasions planned by my schoolmates, and everything about it was loud. People come here to sing (sometimes badly) instead of having a conversation. There should be designated corners where the speakers are away, so the sound can be focused in one area than all over.

Fortunately, the smart ones know that heading outside is required, but that also means dealing with foul cigarette smoke.

When I saw how a very good celebrity friend got mistreated, I’ve decided that Sopranos needs more than a face-lift. It needed an attitude lift. One incident was enough to make me very reluctant to come back.

At some point in time, I’ll try this kitchen’s popular gut killers like the Tarantino (smoked bacon, cream cheese and peanut butter) or Goodfella (fried egg & bacon). If they offer take-out (I saw no signs indicating so), I’ll be back sooner than later—that way I don’t have to stay.

In the meantime, there is no battle going on for this Royale. The only thing extraordinary about this burger was its saltiness. I somehow found some good texture and flavour, but that took some creative chiseling with my teeth to find it. Even my buddy, Ira Hunter (editor-in-chief of Absolute Underground), found it quite salty.

This burger is nothing I’d rave about. The tomato slice was sub-par. I’m getting the feeling it’s designed for the busy nights when the cooks can’t churn out the quality required to feed a rabid hockey crowd. To those who want a bite, they’re going to get thirsty for beer. The salt enzyme is definitely doing its job and I felt like I was ready to drink Lake Michigan down and deprive the people of Chicago of their water sheds. The fries were decent but even they had that liberal hit of the brine from the Dead Sea. I finished my overpriced glass of Coke faster than anything else on my plate. The entire meal came to $14.25.

To visit this place on a less busier lunch time might have at least let me order from the larger menu than special events one. But with the lack of a billboard outside, Sopranos needs to tell would-be customers of what is going on. I do not have time to always check their Facebook / Twitter feed, so going here is always going to be a gamble.

The Jacklalope is a better place to go since I know what their daily specials are. They have a sign out front to advertise their daily specials. Taste-wise, the Jack was better, and that’s an opinion both Ira and I agreed on.

3 Blokes out of 5

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One thought on “Big Leagues or Little Leagues: Just Where does the Mafia Belong?

  1. My impression of Sopranos was not a good one too. I was with Ed, members of Absolute Underground, etc, from a local convention 3 years ago.I had high expectations but I was disappointed after I was met with the sight of the city's last redneck sanctuary. I was expecting waitresses attired in Daisy Dukes but this dress sense was missing along with the atmosphere and friendliness one would find at the Boar's Nest.Some of us shot pool while others expressed doubts about our location. White Spot's name was tossed about, but not for very long. Problems fell like dominos. Our food was consumed by the locals, no one from the convention, and one of our party left after receiving what he felt was poor service. The bar drunk felt the need to harass members of our group. I asked for the bar to restrain the man but the reaction time from them was as fast as it took boxer Jerry Cooney to get up after a round with Michael Spinks.I must thank White Spot for that night. Their staff were friendly, professional and they quickly accommodated a large group of people.


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