The sign outside was a more erotic experience than entering the club. Word on the street was that Montreal women were among the most beautiful on this planet. I was nearly 600 miles from home. I thought I entered a rift in time and space when I stepped in Cafe Cleopatra and was whisked back to starting base of Cleveland, OH. Was this not the Lido Lounge? Does time and space exist? Do I exist? My wallet being emptied $50 Canadian says maybe. Money also could be an illusion. Don't venture upstairs unless you want to see a drag show. I made that mistake. Downstairs is where the women dance.