Teri Yeung

There are some places in Toronto that makes you feel like you stepped into an episode of Jersey Shore in the sense that the clientele resemble really muscular and over-sized oompa loompas. Instead of enormous lollipops they clutch really girly drinks that they hope is offset by their bulging masculinity (I mean their arms, pervert) or vodka waters (fewer calories, obviously).

A friend and I made plans to meet for drinks and by the looks of the crowd, we had the misfortune of choosing the Toronto equivalent of Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.