One of my favorite raging afterhours.
One of the last shrines to the old spirit of house music. There was always an electric energy in the place, and the sound was always pumping. The dancefloor is really where the sound and the energy shines: in the center of those four monolithic tower speakers is choice. The atmosphere was always something along the lines of "how much can you take"; and we all loved it. The place gets steamy and sweaty. Remember seeing people such as David Morales or Roger Sanchez play some awesome sets there. I always left fulfilled: sweaty and blinded on those times that I forgot to bring sunglasses.
Luckily, I have always been in Montreal during the summer; so I haven't had my memories soured by waiting in the cold to get in. For me, usually visits for the Montreal Jazz Festival and nites at Stereo went hand-in-hand. Sure the water-bottle prices are just silly; but the nostaglic me loves that steamy atmosphere.
Unfortunately, it's gone now...but I'll always remember the place and the times.