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Stop thirteen on my Epic Birthday Bender of 2009 came when Emily H., Megan J., Jeremy T. and I figured a trek up Ossington was in order following our attendance at the closing night of The Theatre Centre's Debbie Does Dallas (a musical, believe it or not). None of us had even heard of TODO before, and were knocked back a few generations when we entered around 9. I don't think we're in 2009 anymore...
The bar looks like a couple of Ossington hipsters got together, rented some space, painted, tiled the floors and hit up their grandmothers for furniture. Given the rate at which this locale has blasted onto the Toronto nightclub scene, I wouldn't be surprised if this was actually the case. Good on em' - the place looks pretty cool to me.
My group grabbed a table at the very front of the bar and enjoyed an hour's worth of people-watching as partiers trickled in and the bar filled up. Jeremy was pleased to see that they sell a wheat beer, and I recall having a difficult decision on my hands between many quality beers (I don't remember what they were, unfortunately).
A nice stop on a Saturday crawl.
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