It was only last year when I discovered the life I had been leading was a complete lie. All the truths in my world became lies and the things I thought to be impossible were not only possible, but existing right in front of me.
I had walked by Barhop dozens -- maybe hundreds -- of times, but the location and non-descript sign led me to write it off as a generic, fratty pseudo-dive bar somewhat out of place on King West, but which would've been perfectly at home at College and Bathurst.
However, curiosity got the better of me one day, and I looked it up on this very site which I find myself now -- Yelp. The reviews were positive. Some further research across the internet indicated that beyond Barhop's dark windows lay a treasure trove of brewing goodness: 30-something taps of "craft" beer.
A great beer bar on King West? With awesome food, friendly staff and a non-douchey crowd? It can't be true, I thought. But I had to see for myself.
It was true.