Enter the catacombs. Walking down the candlelit stone corridor one expects to enter some ancient grotto or cavernous subterranean dungeon but you can save the leather and whips for another day. On second thought actually, no, no, bring all the equipment you've got. You'll need it. The booming bass gets this place bumpin' in the night and best of luck to those of you who've come here to talk. Unless you know sign language that is not going to happen without feeling like you've pulled your vocal cords out and have eaten them for a midnight snack. Seriously the volume up in here is at a straight eleven. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Just don't come here to talk. You come here to legit get your grind on. The drinks are pricy but excellent and well worth the dollars. Top value for dollar in fact and the bartenders are quite skilled mixologists as well as generous with the alcoholic portions. If you want to go to the toilet you'd probably want to go outside and come back in. Besides, public urination is an age old Montréal tradition! Ladies, pop a squat or use the P-Mate. Gentleman, you know what to do. Should you feel inclined to not follow my suggestion be prepared to wait and wait and wait. There is a long queue and all the people ahead of you are each going to spend ten to fifteen minutes having sex or doing blow so seriously if you have some real business to accomplish go outside. Also if you come here in the winter it is boiling goddamned hot and if you're on the dance floor and you're grooving that adds a good 10° to the intense heat and humidity. Only come here to get funky; no talking and no peeing. *Disclaimer: it is not the intention of this Yelper to endorse public urination. Please adhere to all sanitation, health and safety laws and bylaws.*