Results tagged “stripclub”

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.

Torontoist is ending the year by naming our Heroes and Villains of 2007––the people, places, and things that we've either fallen head over heels in love with or developed uncontrollable rage towards over the past twelve months. Get your dose, starting Boxing Day and running into the new year, three times a day––sunrise, noon, and sunset.

In celebration of 60 years and counting for the local, legendary Horseshoe Tavern, Joel Plaskett Emergency will be performing six consecutive shows this week beginning Monday, each day playing in chronological order an album in their discography of full-lengths. After seeing its days as a blacksmith shop, a strip club, and of course the host of some of the most legendary first time Toronto performances including Willie Nelson, The Talking Heads, and Neutral Milk Hotel,...

When thrashy experimental punks Quebexico called it a day earlier this year, angry, drunken, often-bearded fans across the country had a good reason to get more angry, more drunk, and grow larger beards. Thankfully, the band's offspring is hitting the same musical highs in the same aggressively DIY manner. TEENANGER, comprised of the 3/4ths of Quebexico that lived in Toronto (Ottawa-based guitarist Davey now plays in the also-awesome Million Dollar Marxists), is a little more garage rock 'n' roll than its members more experimentally thrash past. The same spirit is there, though, and it was the insane, sometimes unreasonable energy of Quebexico that made them such a fine sight to behold. TEENANGER has been forging its own name and identity through some fairly intense shows around the city (a few weeks back, the band tore up Ossington hot spot Baby Doll's strip club), and this weekend finds them kicking ass and taking names at the Tiger Bar (414 College Street) alongside the insanely good Marvelous Darlings and Montreal rockers Demon's Claws. The former kind of sound like an uber-power-pop incarnation of Buzzcocks, while the later are kind of like a Can-Can Dead Milkmen. So, awesome.

Torontoist is one of fourteen cities in the worldwide Gothamist network. Once a week, the editors of each site—from LAist to Londonist—compile some of their most interesting posts into a brief blurb. It's Elsewhere In The Ist-A-Verse, and it appears, across the network, every Sunday.

We don't know about you, but it's friggin cold out there. Well, not for some of you. It seems as though places that are supposed to be cold are warm and places that are supposed to be warm are cold. Or maybe that's just us. Either way, we're freezing.

Is it still shocking if you're not surprised? It's been revealed that former police chief Julian Fantino's special task force on police misconduct was most likely formed only to avoid a full-scale public inquiry. It's all spelled out in a 2001 report that's being labeled "a blueprint for how to conceal from the public the malfeasance and the corruption that had been going on in the [Toronto police service]."

, the Henry Moore sculpture that was at the corner of Dundas and McCaul, has been temporarily removed due to the AGO Transformation, the Henry Moore Sculpture Centre remains intact throughout the construction. Unfortunately, the room with the Moore pieces has undergone its own transformation as part of Wallworks, which features artists’ work on the surface of walls throughout the gallery.

The province has given municipalities the power to set closing time for bars. Toronto even gets the power to add additional taxes to booze. The province might even give this power to other municipalities if it works well in Toronto.

Mystique Lounge are now entertaining to the sounds of Bloc Party, Arcade Fire and Franz Ferdinand. (Not all independent artists per se, but still falling under that catch-all phrase, "indie")

Shanghaiist probably knows a little more about China than the Chicago Sun-Times. Giving them the benefit of the doubt on that one. The city does to have a music scene. Don't even front like they don't. They also have Dorito bananas and white guys shopping for wives. What they don't have is any more tolerance for jaywalkers.

Nathan Sellyn makes us want to invent a new word: a mixture of jealousy and intense admiration (jealoumiration, admilousy?). We don't think there's a word like this in English and Torontoist sadly doesn't have his German-English dictionary handy. So first the jealousy part. Sellyn is 22, just recently published his first collection of short stories Indigenous Beasts with Raincoast Books and he was mentored by American literary giant Joyce Carol Oates at Princeton. But we admire him because it's pretty special to be able to write a short story collection that includes murder by baseball bat, soon-to-be deadbeat dads and a guy who gets beaten up at a strip club before visiting his elderly mom, yet doesn't make us revulse in anger and disgust.

Kevin Drew, the braintrust behind Canada's premiere art-rock collective-typ band, is now trying his hand at travel writing. But instead of selling a blurb on Ft Lauderdale to Maclean's or something of that ilk, the easy-on-the-eyes singer went to Silver Spring, Maryland to sell articles about Toronto.

Ah lad lit, publishers trying to cash in on the success of “chick lit” writers like Helen Fielding, Candace Bushnell and Sophie Kinsella tried to create a the genre over the last couple of years. Thankfully it died a quick (and hopefully painful) death.