The standard bridge-and-tunnel 'nightclub' where shitty food and passe music meet dark decor and date-rape blazer.
You're coming here because either (A) You were invited to someone's birthday/ bachelorette party or (B) You live in Thornhill and you've been dying to put on that Le Chateau dress and go out "downtown".
The audience is pretty much made up of all those kids you remember from high school who were never the actual 'popular kids', but now want to relive the false memory of days that never happened. The dark light hides their blemished skin and egos well. The whole place comes together like a bar mitzvah party where the theme is 'please look at me Joey, I'm cool now, no really!'.
Of course, we were there for reason (A), so we figured we'd make the most of it..... But after easily spending well over a thousand dollars on surprisingly poor food eventually the douchbaggery of the place got to be too much... We were forced to bring our group into the washroom lobby (what they call the 'back lounge') to eat birthday cake so that the tables could remain empty with reserved signs on them..... A number of the people in our party weren't allowed in by the doormen, who couldn't decide whether our doctor and lawyer colleagues' clothes were 'fancy enough' to let them into the half empty bar.... Spotted a bunch of formerly fat suburban girls in the 'cancer corner' outside, woefully chain smoking their bodies into a state of delayed decay as they morph into the cougar exhibit at the zoo ...
Ultra-lame.