Ah, to be in le Rue Crescent on game night. Pretty much a solid bar to be for in a hockey game (even though I could care less about the local Habs-- GO BLACKHAWKS!), the tri-level bar, friendly waitresses with red miniskirts that'd make a Hooters girl blush and a dance floor for post drink number twenty. You have to order food separately than drinks which is a bit of a pain but the new menu has pig knuckles so minus one plus one. Whoever below said they have strong drinks must be a Canadian; this is sadly a country of strictly metered pours.