Bars disguising themselves as non-bars is a habit that goes back to the tragic days of prohibition, when Chicago speakeasys tried to pass themselves off as restaraunts and department stores. Those in the know would ask for the equivalent of “cold tea,” and say lots of great slang like “What’s the rumpus?” and “Is she your twist?” While Toronto has always been prohibition-free, that’s never stopped us from following a hip trend, even if we’re several decades late. The Communist’s Daughter looks like a hardware store, or maybe a convenience store, but it is in fact a bar. And not just any bar, but one of the warmest in Toronto. This has to do with the extremely small (re: intimate) size of the place.
On a Friday night, people are literally stacked on top of one another. The resulting body heat can get to tropical levels, which is just what you want in the winter. Plus, this place has one of the best damn juke-box selections in the city. And unlike most places, it actually gets changed. Amazing! Too bad there’s no room to dance.