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| - I feel weird giving this place three stars because two hours prior to hopping into a cab in my open-toed leather heels in -15 degree weather (hey, don't judge - it was my first time as a Vancouverite partying in Toronto), I scanned Yelp and all I found were 1-2 star reviews.
Anyhoo - I never went for dinner, I was merely put on the G-list and got in without braving the cold for too long unlike all the other people in line, in their closed-toed pumps, mini skirts and skimpy tops.
I got there around 1030PM, so people were still sitting at the tables, eating dessert. Everyone else was just standing around awkwardly, looking around at everyone else standing around awkwardly and looking back at everyone else. *sigh* Yeah, welcome to fast-paced, exciting world of nightlife.
It stayed like this for another hour or so until the VIP section began filling up (which btw, I think one of the bartenders said it was 240$ for a bottle and you had to get two bottles in order to sit on your own little section like all the other cool people who pay more than $500 just to sit in a little booth and stare away at their phones all night, texting) - and within 30 minutes it seemed to fill up fast.
So if you're reading this, I think you're probably trying to figure out one of two things...
1) What kind of crowd can I expect to see here?
- Pairs or groups of 3 middle-aged average-looking guys standing around near a post, watching whatever sports game is playing on the telly
- Not more than one pair or group of 3 cougars at any given point in time - easy to spot not by the crows feet or saggy, wrinkly decolletage but by the lack of ability to dress age-appropriately (note: cropped leather vest revealing saggy pierced navel is not HOT but rather REVOLTING)
- Pairs of 50-something aged, balding men with beer guts creepily attempting to stand within arms reach of the only group of just-barely-legal girls dancing
- Chubby trailer trash in red lace shirts, complete with muffin tops jiggling out, arms flailing with the only thing going for them being their long blonde hair making them look semi-appealing from behind
2) What kind of music do they play?
- Stuff you used to "rock" to when you were in Grade 5 to Grade 9
- Stuff your parents used to rock to a few years prior to your conception
- The occasional song you'd hear on 93.5 but only lasts for a verse and chorus and then gets mixed into one of the above options
So you may be wondering if I had a good time...I'd say yes, it was okay.
At around midnight, it doesn't matter how much you pay to get into the VIP section to sit around and make sweet sweet thumb-love to your iPhone or Blackberry, everyone ends up pouring into that section, the entire place gets pretty jam packed and around 2AM it's time to brave the long-as-hell coat check line again.
And at 4AM, it's finally time for the stupid taxis to start picking up half-frozen people up off the streets and take them back to their homes rather than driving by with no one in the cars, no lights on and only selectively picking up those who live in buttf&^k Ontario.
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