I have walked past this place many times, never realising what it was. I had wrongly assumed that it was a junk shop that had closed after featuring in a giant size "Will it Blend" episode or possibly a long shut post-apocalyptic bicycle graveyard. The windows are all boarded up and covered in random matt black and rusted mechanical detritus.
Walking past it late one night last week there was a bouncer at the door, which struck me as odd for a shop that had obviously been derelict for years; I asked the guy at the door, "...is this some sort of bar or club?". He advised that it was a bar and live music venue specialising in heavy metal and punk. Before parting with the $5 cover charge I asked if I would regret going in and was informed that the band is normally very good. And it was. On that night it was a hard rock group with a female vocalist. They were rythmic, talented and gave a very powerful perfomance. Well worth the minimal cover charge!
The mechanical disaster area theme is continued to the interior with chainlink fencing on the ceiling supporting all manner of bicycle parts, old toys and unique pieces that must have cost the owner well in excess of 25 cents and possibly a lot more once dry cleaning charges had been incurred from hours of rooting through dumpsters behind garages to obtain the artefacts are taken into account. The atmosphere is lifted by a plethora of fairy lights strung to the walls and ceilings. Think of it as the sort of place that Mad Max would go for a beer and relax after a hard day at Thunderdome. The clientelle is mixed, the staff are friendly and presumably all get a substantial discount at local tattoo parlours.
If you like hard rock, this is an excellent venue to see good Torontonian bands. I only found out the name as I left, Bovine Sex Club, curious really, there were no cows there and no sex.