Barberian’s Steak House: The Toronto Spot That Hasn’t Blinked Since 1959
Barberian's Steak House
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7 Elm Street Toronto M5G 1H1
+1 416-597-0335 -
Monday: 5:00 PM – 11:30 PM
Tuesday: 5:00 PM – 11:30 PM
Wednesday: 12:00 PM – 2:30 PM, 5:00 PM – 11:30 PM
Thursday: 12:00 PM – 2:30 PM, 5:00 PM – 11:30 PM
Friday: 12:00 PM – 2:30 PM, 5:00 PM – 11:30 PM
Saturday: 4:30 PM – 11:30 PM
Sunday: 4:30 PM – 11:30 PM
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- Restaurant Wine bar
Barberian’s Steak House opened on Elm Street in 1959 and has not really changed direction since. Same hardwood charcoal grill. Same dry-aging room since 1967. Same family at the door. A new generation is now sitting at the white-tablecloth tables, but the rest of the restaurant industry has spent six decades trying to copy what Harry Barberian built, and almost nobody has done it for as long.
The Gambling Debt That Got Harry Into Restaurants
Harry Barberian’s restaurant career started when his older brother won a small restaurant in a gambling round. Harry was eighteen, working in a factory, and his brother pulled him in to run the place. He had never cooked. He fell in love with the business almost immediately. The brother eventually lost the restaurant the same way he had won it, but Harry, by then, was committed. He spent about a year running a small spot in Brantford, Ontario, before moving to Toronto.
In 1954, he opened Le Baron Steakhouse on Church Street with a partner named Frank Kiss. Harry was the junior partner, asked for more shares, and was told no. In 1958, he left, found a property on Elm Street, and bought it with about $5,000. Barberian’s Steak House opened the following year. He was twenty-eight.
1959, an Exposed Grill, and a Charismatic Owner at the Door
The original room was built around a single piece of theater: an open grill right at the front door. The grill man cooked in plain sight of every guest who walked in. Harry could be the owner, the maître d’ and the grill operator at the same time, which is exactly what he did. He was charismatic enough to keep the room full from the day it opened. Three years later, he bought his first Rolls-Royce.
The model has been copied across Toronto. As Arron Barberian puts it, “many of the people who own steakhouses started working for my father.” That is why so many of the city’s older steakhouses still look like 19th century Victorian houses with grills near the entrance. Why not copy success.
Why It’s the Chef’s Restaurant on a Sunday Night
Arron, Harry’s son, took over the day-to-day after his father’s death in 2001. Harry had sold most of the business in 1975 and moved to Florida, but the family kept a share and Arron eventually brought the restaurant back under his ownership in 1993. He has been running it for more than three decades now, longer than his father did.
The room he runs is, on a quiet Sunday or Monday night, the room where Toronto’s chefs eat. You will see cooks from Michelin-starred kitchens at the bar, with new tattoos and the kind of opinions a kitchen earns. The reason is simple: Barberian’s is, in Arron’s words, a “no” restaurant. The menu says rib steak because that is what it is. There is no cocktail menu. There is no patter at the table about the provenance of the potato. The plate is the plate.
The Largest Wine Cellar in Canada
The wine list at Barberian’s runs about 4,800 selections deep. The cellar holds roughly 40,000 bottles. Buying one of everything on the list would cost about $6 million before tax. The cellar itself is a two-storey underground room with antique chandeliers and racks that reach twenty-two feet, built about twenty-one years ago at a cost of roughly $1.5 million.
The wine team is five sommeliers and one wine director. Four of the five sommeliers are women, and both of the wine directors in the restaurant’s history have been women, a Stance Arron is openly proud of. The list is not theoretical. As he puts it, he can show you every bottle that appears on it.
The Engagement, the Photo, and the Stolen Toilet Seat
The only photograph of a famous person on the walls at Barberian’s is a single shot of Elizabeth Taylor, Richard Burton and Sir John Gielgud, taken in February 1964 around the time the couple got engaged at the restaurant. The week after, an enthusiast slipped in and stole the toilet seat from the ladies’ room because Liz Taylor had sat on it. Arron retells the story with the calm of someone who has had decades to enjoy it.
The rest of the walls hold art photography and small name plaques for regulars the family has loved over the years. Most of those guests have passed on. The point is not the celebrity. The point is that the room remembers who took care of it.
Five Chefs in Seven Decades
The restaurant has had only five chefs since 1959: Harry himself, then Gerhardt, Steve, Jose, and now Jesse. The pastry section is anchored by Laura, hired a few years back, and includes a frozen éclair, an apple beignet that has been on the menu since the beginning, and a steady rotation of house-made ice creams. Arron has been quietly campaigning to bring back the croquembouche, a holiday-season favorite, against the wishes of the kitchen.
The staff longevity is the most striking number in the room. One server has been on the floor for forty-two years. Several others are at the forty-year mark. People don’t leave.
The Verdict
There are at least fifteen new steakhouses in Toronto from the last four years. Almost all of them are louder than Barberian’s. Almost all of them have more performative menus, more polished cocktail programs, more aggressive social media. Almost none of them have a forty-year server, a wine cellar that takes $6 million to fill, or the exact hardwood charcoal grill that opened the room in 1959. Go for the steak, stay for the wine, and order the apple fritter on the way out.
Written by Daniel Neuhaus
Photography by Daniel Neuhaus