So here is an update - I returned for a second visit to the new Leslieville bar Curzon. After record/CD shopping with a good friend I decided to bring him to my new found neighbourhood gem. After preparing him for what I believed was our new spot to have a pint, we walked in to what only could be described as the equivalent of stepping into a dream hangout for a 15 year old girl circa 1996.
Let me explain.
The place was just opening for the night and they were getting all the bar keeps register (makeshift one on the counter) drink accompaniments (lemon, lime, and the other usual suspects) in order and wiping down the final tables. We found a small table to go over our spoils from the record store and the place is dead quiet. After ordering a pint, the waitress came to our table and placed a bowl of doritos (sp) on our table. Good so far, no complaints. She stated that there will be music coming up as soon as one of the staff got their iPod together for the tracklist.
First track - SClub 7.
I nearly had a stroke. My friend looked at me with a glare similar to a parent who is disappointed with their child's bad math grades. I had nothing to say in defense against this onslaught on our ear canals. I thought the guy was just trying to take a stab at being funny (there is nothing funny about having SClub 7 on your iPod) so I laughed it off. He wasn't kidding. Within minutes my friend and I were already deciding where else to go and needless to say, I was declaring this bar a total fraud.
After the SClub 7 he proceeded to play a Tribe Called Quest greatest hits album. Now my hip hop days are behind me, but this was at least something I can appreciate to an extent, and more importantly live with. The problem here is, the guy had this Tribe album on continuous loop. I think we heard the whole thing 2 1/2 times before we packed it in and left.
I will not be going back any time soon.
....aaaand scene.
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