“Those are what we like to call 'ugly people deterrents,'” said my manager at Toronto's then hottest lounge when I asked about the abundance of reserved signs on empty tables. “If good-looking people come in looking for a table, we...
Well, we always knew where the bottom was. Now we know where “here” is. It’s a private club in the ACC designed by Ferris Rafauli for an elite set of sports enthusiasts and probably some cocaine dealers from the 70s