Le Black Jack Bar

I generally consider myself to be moderate, careful, and responsible at bars. I’ve never come out of this place sober, and I’m usually staggering. The cheap four-​liter pitchers are the main enabling factor. They also have way more than an average or healthy number of video poker machines. I won ten bucks my first time on one of those wretched things, so that’s worth at least an extra star. Apparently attached to the world’s worst strip club, though I’ve never been. Usually a respectable draw, but never seems insanely crowded – it helps that it’s cavernous and has kind of an odd floor plan with lot of corners to hide yourself as you take the equivalent of a 12-​pack, poured into one pitcher, straight to the face. Unexpected but inconsequential McGill cohort thanks to Solin Hall down the street. This place is like a caricature of the dark side of urban North American vice.
Funny side note: Unilocal is asking me, under «additional tips,» if Blackjack’s offers bike parking. DO NOT COME TO BLACKJACK’S IN ANY VEHICLE WHICH YOU WOULD BE RESPONSIBLE FOR PILOTING HOME. Don’t tempt your own drunken hubris. Plan to cab or metro home, or bring a sleeping bag into one of the many convenient nearby alleyways.

Video poker. Pass through to strip club. Cheap beer. 60oz pitchers. TVs. Enough said.