In the early evenings a crowd of lawyers and bankers descends (the club's 'over-25' policy makes this inevitable), which means a little dancing and a lot of schmoozing. If you stay late enough, the romance of the place (1930s cathedral ceilings, chandeliers) may encourage you to take to the floor. There is a good-looking crowd, who clearly follows the club's suggestion: 'Dress as if you're expecting to meet someone, because chances are you will.'
Area Toronto
Transport Streetcar 504 .
Telephone 416 341 8777
Open Restaurant 4-9pm Fri; 7-9pm Sat. Club 9pm-2am Fri; 10pm-2am Sat.
Admission $10-$25.
I friend of mine took me there last Saturday night. The bouncers at the door with their ear-pieces doling out favours and bossing around the grovelling black-clad hordes gave me the first impression: it is amazing how a semblance of power can give low-IQ nobodies such a sense of self-importance. Oh well, after somehow getting picked to be let in, the next disappointment was the bland dance music that seemed to immensely impress the punters. Then came the couple of drops of overpriced whisky that almost evaporated by the time I got to take the only sip. A trip to the loo was the final straw: seeing these cologne-soaked mirror boys convinced me it was time to move on. In total, I could tolerate the place for 30 minutes. This club is more like Jersey Shore for accountants and legal aids.
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