OurHouse

My only complaint with this club is the bar! Do they even have a fridge in this club? They actually kept beers in a bucket at the bar. Obviously the beers were warm and even taste weird that I couldn’t drink it. The drinks were overpriced as well although the doormen kept calling people outside that its $ 5.00 drinks all night. Turns out that it was only for warm Canadian and Coors light! The bar tender could help a bit by smiling at times coz it looks like she’s being forced to work there.
The music was okay, mostly 90s. At one point I even beard Backstreet boys, lol. It was definitely a mature crowd venue.

While most other bars on the Ossington Strip were packed on Saturday night, it was telling that OurHouse had the ventilated feel of an art gallery or the Parthenon. Not a lot of crowds; not a tonne of fun.
OurHouse skews on the nightclub side of watering holes, with leather sofas, dramatically painted walls, sexy lighting, and lots of room to shake your tail. I remember the music being mostly 90s, but then ‘remember’ was kind of a shaky concept that evening. The vibe wasn’t Club District though, so it’s not like the place was dripping with douche.
But I do recall that the place was definitely male heavy that night. I’d hesitate to call it a sausage party, because «party» implies guys not standing around in their coats looking at the ground holding beers close to their chest. We paid our respects with some reasonably priced rail, conducted a brief photo sesh on some banquettes, and left. ‘Cause that’s how we do.
Obligatory Title Pun: This DOMOCILE’S a dudefest.
Menu Readability: It’s a pretty good looking venue actually.
Need to mention: No cover, club though this may be.
What this place teaches me about myself: If I’m bringing most of the ladies, then I’m at the wrong party.