This place is hilarious.
You feel like you're entering your weird friend's attic.
The upstairs is full of leather couches and books on shelves with a pool table and I believe a foozball table. Apparently the reason they call it the library is so that Ryerson students can use their parent's hard-earned money on booze and lie and say it was used on books. Brilliant scheme. Also mean and awful, but totally brilliant.
Upstairs is a younger crowd, more like students, and they are also weird. It's not quite the hipster/alternative scene as it is the punk/sporty/weird/not-sure-where-i-fit-in kind of spot.
Downstairs is more bar-style and usually filled with older men or crackheads.
The staff is so weird. Our waitress didn't even know what beers they had and they didn't have a list. It was slightly chaotic.
It's nice and one of the few chill out pubs right in the centre of that yonge-dundas hood, so it's cool to check out.