No thanks
Rated this place:
I wasn't really sure what to expect from the place, it just sort of appeared on Queen St. without any fanfare. I poked in one night looking to chill out to some dubstep that they advertised on a street poster.
The club looks awkward inside. The decor just screams "trying too hard" It's a small room in a dingy old building on Queen West that looks like it would've been a hair salon or used clothing store before.
The bar area tries very hard to look like a European street, with victorian lamp posts and a cobblestone road. But in actuality they're backyard lanterns and a patio bricks layered over half a lineleum floor. The setup screams tacky, like a sleazy strip bar trying to look reputable by calling itself a "gentlemen's club". (Not to mention questionably safe; I mean really, bricks in the middle of a nightclub...) To add to that allure there is an oddly placed cage on the dancefloor. For what purposes I couldn't discern, I'd assume dancers (or strippers) are supposed to go inside, though none were to be seen during my visit.
There are mirrors everywhere, in an attempt to make the place look bigger, though with the dim lighting they really don't do much other than make you want to quickly check your teeth or hair. The worst part about the lighting (or lack of) is that the place has a black floor, black walls, and black ceiling (as if that wasn't oppressive enough for a small space), in the center of this black void is a stage about a foot off the ground, on the route to the bathroom. You won't know is there until you've walked into it and given yourself one massive charlie horse.
The place is about as sophisticated as a 9 year old dressing up in her mom's evening wear. None of which would've mattered if the music was any good, but it really wasn't. I could swear the dj was inentionally spinning tunes to ride an elevator to. The place has an uneasy pretentious attitude, I doub't I'll go back.
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