Not Epic

I wanted to check out this club because I thought it had a cool name. It’s in downtown Montreal, so I made the short trek from my hotel on foot with visions of glamour á la the 1963 Elizabeth Taylor epic Cleopatra movie. Umm-no. Think again. Well, it’s got one thing in common with the Liz Taylor movie: this club was probably also in its heyday in 1963.

Although its near the downtown business district, the club is in kind of a seedy area next to Chinatown. I saw a rat the size of a house cat run across an alleyway as I made my way to the club. But, hey, I was in Canada, so I didn’t feel unsafe.

Upon entry, a beefy looking bouncer in a black suit met me and announced that entry required a tip. I asked him how much, and he just said “a tip.” He seemed happy when I handed him $5 CAD note.