PLAY on Queen

Arguably Toronto’ silliest nightclub. It’s hard to see what draws anybody to Play except for the swingers who wander down from it’s upstairs sister club Wicked (definitely not for a mainstream audience). Play tries hard to be big and corporate with flashy ads and sponsored events but as soon as you get nearby you realize you’re in for amateur hour. The place has only been around for less than a year and already it’s looking tired and trashed: dirty, dead plants and sagging tarps outside, and interior décor that makes you worry that insects will crawl onto you and hitch a ride into your home. Service is seriously unprofessional and drinks go for the premium you expect on Richmond. It’s pretty clear that Play and Wicked are on their way out and they’re not even trying anymore! Time to Play? No thanks! Game over.

Of all the Unilocaling I have done, no establishment had motivated me to review it at 2am… until I went to PLAY. Correction: I attempted to go to PLAY. «We’re over capacity, you gotta wait at least 30 minutes.» 30 minutes?! First of all, you’re not over capacity because my friends are inside and they say its not busy. Second of all, don’t be a jerk. It’s a weekday, I’m by myself, I’m a woman, and I’m here to attend a SPONSORED EVENT. The bouncer didn’t care. He was too busy forming a line to create a façade of business. When will businesses learn about the power of consumer advocacy?! Never coming here again. Never recommending it.
Anyway, I caught a glimpse of the interior: looks like any of the cheesy clubs on King West but has an aura of cool because its on Queen West. Blah blah blah. Also, there’s a cover. NO.