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Even on a street as gaudy, inconsistent, and ugly as Yonge, the Brass Rail has always felt out of place. Bordered by Ginger on one side and Kitchen Stuff Plus on the other, the building's façade eschews subtlety: unflattering snapshots of women in bikinis––the focus squarely on breasts and torsos––cover the exterior of the building, while an LED marquee scrolls the latest club news past (there's always something about "Porn Star Nikki Benz"), and signs advertise the possibility for "sensual encounter[s]." The whole thing shouts sex while being as decidedly unsexy as possible.

Trampoline Hall, the lecture series/literary salon with a reputation for being playful and inventive, is upping its quirk factor slightly this week in two ways.

The 1960s and 1970s saw family dining restaurant chains explode across North America. Chains such as Steak n' Burger took staples of diners and greasy spoons and used cleanliness, low prices and conformity to draw in hungry families.

You may have already heard about the stellar line-up of bands going on for this year's Wintercity, but there's much more to this festival than an eclectic mix of tunes.

Jam packed day today!

On the whole, Torontoist stresses, it has been a good month for Salvatore Antonio.

Skipping straight to the number one pick for creepiest subway washroom...say hello to Eglington Station! As one of the major bus stations on the subway line, Eglington becomes a stopping point for a whole bunch of people. The washrooms are hidden in the back of the station, and get a lot of post-bar-if-I-don't-pee-now-I-will-die business. At the same time, Torontoist can't remember using the public facilities here without witnessing a homeless sponge-bath. The mirrors are long missing, but the ever-resourceful TTC people have provided patrons with shiny brushed metal plates; not great for checking hair or make-up, but effective at reflecting any creepers sneaking up behind you. And if nothing else, the lingering smell of Cin-A-Bon combines with air freshener for a...unique...experience.

Sweetspot.ca, the website for all things fashion, food and frivolity turns one today. It's useful for learning that you are paying way too much for your American Apparel pervy-chic tees, or that too much sun is bad for you, or that Ho Su has changed the colour of its rice to pink. Kidding. They've just gone all brown and earthy on us.

Hidden in the Village by the Grange food court, just across from gallery goers (AGO) and gallery makers (OCAD), lies Helena’s Magic Kitchen. 

The last time Torontoist set foot in the Ontario Science Centre, it was 3 a.m. and thousands of ravers were trashing the place. Glowstick juice smeared over slanted furniture in the Krazy Kitchen and candy kids gapped out to liquid nitrogen demonstrations in wide-pupiled awe.

If you went home for the holidays, you no doubt brought back at least three times what you took with you. Now, where are you going to put that in your 400 square foot Toronto apartment?