The Globe Restaurant


The Globe Restaurant, just off Highway 89 in Rosemont, was built in 1859 as the Globe Hotel, a local pub and stopping point for the stage coach. All three of our dining rooms feature fireplaces, and in the front dining room you’ll see a beautiful wooden bar and antique cash register. We serve lunch, afternoon tea and dinner. For dinner enjoy perfectly cooked fish or grilled meats with an array of vegetables. All dinner meals are accompanied by a selection of Beth Hunt’s special chutneys and preserves, including peppered blueberries, spicy rhubarb and apple mint. Buy a small jar or two to take home for a tasty reminder of your visit.

Please call us at (705) 435-6981 to arrange your next Lunch, Afternoon Tea, Dinner and Dessert or Special Party – and remember we’re closed Tuesdays.

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Lunch 12 noon – 2 pm
Afternoon Tea 2 pm – 4:30 pm
Main Fare 5 pm – 9 pm
Closed Tuesdays

Lunches, Teas, Dinners and Special Parties
Please call 705-435-6981
Our History

The Globe Hotel, one of the few early inns still to be seen in Ontario, was built on a Crown Land grant in the 1830′s. The present building, dating from 1859, was one of four hotels in Rosemont, which at that time was a larger community than Alliston. It served as a local pub, and also as a stopping point for the stage coach. It played host to travellers, salesmen, and even Fenian and other political gatherings. Prohibition in 1919 curbed its legal activities, but it still accepted overnight guests until 1955. A century has altered its outward appearance only a little from the original solid, no-nonsense attitude, it represented. The interior has now been restored and once again the old dining room welcomes guests with an early Ontario ‘Bill of Fare’.

Competitive Forebearers!


In the early days, Rosemont boasted four hotels, one of which was the Globe. One night, a fire broke out in the hostelry built where the Anglican church now stands. The wife of the owner of the Globe rose from her bed, and grabbing her husband’s shotgun, ran outside in her nightgown and mounted guard over the well — the main source of water for the village, but located on her husband’s land. She stood there, daring anyone to fetch water to aid her chief rival for business until the building was past saving. The pump she guarded so valiantly is still to be seen outside — a tribute to the competitive instincts of our forebearers!