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| - I'm trying to compile a list of my favorite bars/clubs in Toronto, and I thought I should review this one sooner rather than later. It's always useful to have an idea of what the very bottom looks like, you know, for perspective.
First of all, in terms of architecture and interior design,
Circa is, without a doubt, the single most idiotic interior space I have ever experienced. Let's start with a design anecdote: why the FUCK would you put a roped off cheap-leather-couch bottle-service area directly ON the already idiotically small dance floor? WHY? Circa, aren't you supposed to be a place for dancing? Isn't that, like, your purpose?
No. No it is not.
Evidence: Idiotically placed 'VIP' section, floating glass cube of drunken idiots photographing themselves above the hapless band or DJ's for future myspace whoredom, staircases that WIDEN as soon as they reach the top level thus, to those below, seemingly suggesting bountiful goodness just out of reach, the '15 year old girl who loves sparkles and unicorns'-influenced stars and moons, ALSO spreading upward towards the nirvana of the upper floors.
Conclusion: Circa is not for dancing, it is for sitting in VIP booths, watching people dance and feeling superior for once in your sad life. Circa is for taking so many photographs of yourself against the shiny promise of a dense crowd that you forget that you are not having fun, and instead will yourself forward to the future "OMG girl, that looked like a crazy night' written on your Facebook wall.
Girl. Let me tell you. It was not a crazy night. You went to a shitty, ugly club, got hit on by forty-five year olds in striped blue shirts, packed into an ill designed and sweaty dance floor, and then ran upstairs where you took some pictures of yourself forcing out a smile. It sucked. Just like every night you have spent here.
Stop going to Circa. Support fun nights, not just nights containing moments that photograph as such.
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