Alpha Delta Phi - ΑΔΦ Fraternity Ratings at UofT

their halloween parties have been the best one i’ve been to since i got to college. two floors packed both times was unbelievable and it wasn’t even sweaty

Top House ffrrrrrrrrr, excited to see what the fellas do this year

Associates with:
Zeta Psi Fraternity
Kappa Kappa Gamma Sorority

still bad people!! walked by their house and literally heard them casually saying the n word outside like hello??? you’re in public?? someone put these guys back on their leash

severely worse than deke, no competition, sorry not sorry

Watching everyone in this frat is like observing a tragic Shakespearean comedy. It's as if each of their ancestors gathered around and said, "Let's see how low we can set the bar for success." Each of them look down saying to themselves "Damn. So this is who is carrying on our bloodline?" Every single brother here has turned underachievement into a proud family tradition by being initiated, honing the skill of squandering potential with a red cup of beer in hand and a GPA on life support. Every empty chant (by Michael Moll obviously) and every empty party is a sad reminder of dreams that never stood a chance. I always wondered why open parties were so rare from this frat—they're just empty. The only reason these guys stay in their frat is because they have nothing left in university life and they are the epitome of "peaked in university," like those who peaked in high school but with the added tragedy of going through puberty. Congratulations on making the worst decision of your life. Get off this campus.

Associates with:
Theta Delta Chi Fraternity
Kappa Kappa Gamma Sorority

Joining ADPHI at UofT is like signing up for a lifetime subscription to wasted potential. Your greatest achievement is proving that even mediocrity can hit rock bottom. The only legacy you'll leave behind is a cautionary tale for future generations on how to spectacularly squander every opportunity for growth. You’ve turned drunken escapades into a twisted art form, but unfortunately for you, the real world doesn’t reward beer die BBQs, misogynistic practices, and empty bravado. Keep clinging to those glory days, boys, because once you’re out of that crumbling frat house, you’ll realize your biggest life decision was choosing to be irrelevant.

I'm convinced the only people giving it five stars are the brothers themselves. Either that, or they’ve hired a PR team with a PhD in fiction writing!

This fraternity at UofT is unlike any other, and not in a good way. While every frat has its highs and lows, this one is just beyond the pale. I had heard negative things about it even before arriving on campus, and the reality is even worse. It's likely that this place won't last another decade, and their porch is bound to give way even sooner. As others have said, they are an embarrassment to our campus and greek life.

Last adphi party I went to was such a letdown. The place was practically deserted, with half the rooms completely empty. Most of the guys there were a little off, but the girls were fun, don’t remember which sorority they were in, something something pi, they were half the girls there. More frat men than I can count on my fingers and toes combined. I don’t know what happened to this frat, but it’s seriously gone downhill. The brothers were rude and unwelcoming, they seemed annoyed to be there at their own party. I didn’t stay long and ended up at dke anyway, which was so much better in every way, including actually nice hosts! Charging girls for a dead party is criminal, it’s giving misogyny.

Alpha Delts, Adphi, alpha delta phi, whatever name you wish. Once an exemplar of camaraderie and personal growth, has lamentably transmogrified into a mere simulacrum of its former grandeur. The erstwhile venerable traditions, which once engendered pride and responsibility, have now devolved into sophistic justifications for hedonistic profligacy, obfuscating its latent potential beneath an accretion of debauchery, misogyny, and shattered assurances. This lamentable metamorphosis evokes profound disillusionment, akin to observing a once-promising scion inexorably dissipate his latent potential, leaving in his wake naught but the desolation of dashed aspirations and acrid dismay. A pain to my heart it is to see this organization wither in comparison to its former self, those were the good days when the parties weren’t merely roaches in the kitchen.