This seemed like a cool place, but we were here late on Friday night and being the annoying American on his first night in Toronto and drinking a shitload of beers and realizing how superior Canadian beer is to its American counterparts - even though I'm a huge fan of Anglo-Irish imports - I was a bit shithouse and left early. It seemed like a bit of a sausage factory, not many chicks, though the girls that were here were young and hot - making me feel like a fat old man. Thanks.
The decor reminds me of Uncle Moe's Family Feedbag from the Simpsons with all sorts of crazy crap on the walls, as well as bras hanging from the ceiling. Interesting.
Also the doorman lived for a spell in West Paterson, NJ. Nice guy. I swear.