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| - Toronto gets it. At least its nightlife industry gets it. This is yet another golden lit, dark-walled, laid back, approachable bar that says, 'hither, but where else is there the cackle of drunken kids, heartwarming thirtysomethings and comedic snarling trios of women along with shots of fernet, and a casual, open enough space for anyone who isn't interested in drinking?"
It could be the fact that I hail from the land of more bars per capita than most places but somehow most bars are packed, and I have the feeling I've seen it all... but, from an outsider's perspective... the approachability of a bar is more important than anything else, and Northwood gets the point: there's no fucking curtain, there's no hostess ready to say no, and there's no line. There are chairs outside in case you want to wait for a better seat... there's standing room inside. There's low tables, bench tables and a bar. Service was massively attentive and casual. Table service through the night with plenty of water top offs.
And, with the fernet on the menu that can be slung back or taken a nip off of... this place is like an alternatively better version of many hideouts in SF. People in Canada are nicer. The drinks are cheaper. And there's more leg room.
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