The Unicorn is an ongoing high-school dance packed into a stoner's basement. The ceiling is low and the space for the live music is small and oddly situated beside a tiny dance floor. The music is loud. The place is full of twenty-somethings but also some hippy holdovers. I always have a blast at the Unicorn, not surprising as we usually go there after going somewhere else first. It's a late-night standard. I've never paid a cover, and the bands are always boisterous and cater to the crowd with covers of '80s bands and hard rock versions of light rock. The drunks in the crowd often become overamorous. Last night, a young couple dry-humped on the dance floor and the dude felt up his girlfriend's boobs in front of everyone--I think they forgot there were other people there and didn't notice the middle-aged guys nursing their pints and staring at them. Anyway, the Unicorn's a good choice, a little unexpected in this upscale neighbourhood. It is what it is: loud, kind of stinky, crowded, and the kind of place you have to try hard to be thrown out of.