The rudest and most degrading men I've possibly ever met were the first faces I was greeted by before attempting to enter this establishment. These bouncers refused 2 pieces of identification because I've dyed my hair since getting my ID photo taken. They were clearly on a power trip, suggesting that if I wanted to drink in Toronto I should be looking exactly how I did when I was 16 (when my photo was taken).
I never ended up being able to go inside and I was not able to celebrate my friend's birthday. And I will not be celebrating anything at the dance cave ever again.