I don't know if I love cigars or hate them, but I was definitely amused by the idea of going to a cigar bar after a few cocktails and a couple of poutines. My American ami was excited that he could get Cubans and reasonably priced scotch under one roof (yes, inside), so away we went.
We knew we were on the right corner, but we couldn't find the place at first... but we could smell it. Yes, smell it. So we made like Toucan Sam and rolled up into the place. We had a lot of laughs, but the next day I had to wash my hair not once, but twice to get the stink out.
Huge selection of cigars and scotches, patios and sports games playing wherever you turn. It's definitely a man cave, but an adventurous lady can hang tough here, too.