Who remembers The Matador?

A night out at Sneaky Dee's, the Dance Cave, then, after last call, we head to The Matador. Buy little cups of Coke, then seek out the old ladies on the dance floor with backpacks full of mickeys of vodka or rum...that amazing live country band...sometimes you'd meet someone and go home...sometimes we'd walk back along the railway tracks as the sun came up, then down to Montreal Mel's for breakfast at some ungodly hour...Toronto used to be so much fun.