It's all about the jazz for me. Despite not being a whisky drinker, the Emmet Ray's selection was the second thing that caught my eye, the first was the great jazz artists playing, the third were their prices.
I came to the Emmet to watch a friend's trio play some sweet tunes. The cozy and sparse bar felt like an elite secret shared amongst musicians and jazz aficionados alike. The low lighting and separated, sitting-room style seating in the back gave a sense of discovery that pulled me in.
As I listened and immersed myself in the tunes the entire bar took over my sense. A plate of warm olives to suck on let me enjoy some of the faire the kitchen had to offer. I watched as the staff patiently enjoyed the tunes as I much as I did, which made me appreciate that we could all share something together.
I did find one of the servers, I never caught his name, to be a little curt. However, when I retrieved the lost TTC pass he secured behind the bar I decided to overlook his cold demeanour. All of the bar's patrons were extremely affectionate. Many of them spoke highly of the cheese platter I plan on trying when I return.