Sipping a sticky cocktail at sunset in an all-white, open-air lounge? Being served by gorgeous waitresses with maximum assets and minimum coverage? Must be Miami, right? Nope. Toronto’s nod to the Sunshine State has one of the city’s finest deck patios and all the vice takes place under the watchful eye of the CN Tower.
Off the somewhat grungy Queen Street West, a short alley with hanging lanterns and trees leads to the bright-red door of the supper club. Turn right up the stairs for the deck, or continue inside for dinner. As a supper club, its mere preamble to midnight, when the tables are pushed back and the dancing begins.
It’s a dark and brooding space with booths, diaphanous curtains and cowhide-backed chairs in the lounge area. But on a hot summer’s day, upstairs is where it’s at.