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| - After years and year of hearing about the Madison, and years and years of somehow not making it out there, I finally got my chance one Friday night. Finally? No, now the mystique of a bar unvisited is gone and I see it for what it is. It's not much.
First of all, it's just confusing. Unless I'm in a cornfield maze or lazar tag, I don't need to clutch my friends in fear I'll lose them at every turn. The rooms all look quite similar. There might be one in the mix where people are dancing but it's not that kind of place. It's all outdated.
The drinks are drinks. Nothing special, nothing I can really tell you or recommend. We sat at one of those big, long, glossed up picnic tables. That part was fun- how you can sit in a large group, seeing and talking to everyone. Also noted, there are little hooks for your coat as you take a seat.
It's not that it's BAD, per se. It's just that it's not good. In all the Toronto establishments, why does this one have such a heavy following that keeps coming back for years?
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