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Shit, that bar is right in my area. It's weird; the Bloor West Village is such a family-oriented, safe place, but I have seen two brutal bar fights there - and none here.
Historically, I loathe testosterone-driven bar fights, but I saw the best bar fight outside of Labyrinth at Bloor and Gladstone this summer.
Apparently this guy (one of those meaty ex-frat white button-up pinstripe shirt characters) was being a real douche inside, walked up to a table where a couple was quietly sitting and said something along the lines of "Baby, why are you with this guy when you could get with me tonight?". Despite being politely ignored, he persisted until the boyfriend stood up and started pushing him away.
Wednesday night at the Lab can get rowdy, so they have several bouncers that are trained in martial arts. The bouncers just grabbed the guy and dragged him outside, but the guy was clearly looking for a fight. A damn, did those bouncers ever give him one.
It was a beating that was asked for, entirely deserved and downright artful. Watching some cocky frat guy get his ass kicked by some skinny music kids who happened to know ju jitsu was the highlight of my week. The entire patio of the Lab and Future's that was watching seemed to think the same thing.
Justice!
I have never been in a fistfight or even struck by anyone ever, and I have yet to personally see any incident in a bar that justfies getting into a gutter match. Guys getting all brawly because their woman is being hit on just seems insecure to me. Sure, it may be annoying and idiotic and embarrassing to everyone, but if he doesn't back-off after being told clearly, that's when you go get the bouncer. It's what they're there for.
That being said, I feel like kicking people's asses almost constantly, especially when it comes to meaty ex-frat white button-up pinstripe shirt characters. But if you tend to lack self-control over your temper (or openly hitting on people who are obviously taken), you shouldn't be drinking in a bar.
Wait... the Lab. is at Bloor and Brunswick right? Yeah. I've seen a few fights on that corner. I blame the Brunny. Hell, I blame the Brunny for most things that are wrong with that neighbourhood.
Did I say Gladstone? I meant Brunswick. I was like, "What's that street called that's the same name as a bar?" and Gladstone was the first one that came to mind.
I must clarify that the meaty ex-frat white button-up pinstripe shirt guy was hitting on the girlfriend of a guy who certainly wasn't the fighting type and who I'm pretty sure didn't take a swing either, but the guy obviously wanted to fight someone and would not stop pestering the couple. The boyfriend was a lot more even-tempered than I would have been in the situation.
Had I been the girlfriend, I probably would have stood up and decked the guy. Imply that I'd be so easily picked up by a fat neck and a shirt from Hollister? BOOM.
"What's that street called that's the same name as a bar?"
Clinton's? :D
So it`s cool now for a group of bouncers (sober) trained in martial arts to beat up one asshole. How heroic. But it`s okay because he was a "frat boy". I thought it was the bouncers job to deal with assholes without going to that extreme.