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| - The Drake is a pretty remarkable venue; swanky hotel, dance club, and restaurant all rolled into one. I have enjoyed every level of its luxury (that being the basement, main level, and roof-top patio), and have attended many different types of events at each.
The dancing, when I've had it, has always been awesome; always good music, the crowd so hip it hurts (in a good way), drinks are delicious and a little more than I was used to paying (in my younger, less-sophisticated days), and the food is always something I look forward to. I had my first taste of the mini-burgers on a stick at least 2 years ago, and I still long for them, from time to time. I was also lucky enough to be invited to a party that boasted a lovely brunch spread, with more cheeses, baked and flaky goods, fruits, mini-pancakes and sparkle-tastic ~mimosas~ (champagne for breakfast?! who comes UP with this stuff?) than I thought even existed in heaven.
But one of my favourite Drake memories has to be the time that my friends and I walked by on a busy Friday and begged them to only let us use their very cool and old school photo booth. It was silly, fun, and a good example of how cool and nice the staff is there, which is refreshing for the hot spot that it is.
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