A clash of eastern cultures
My Bar & Restaurant
936 Gerrard St. East
When I think of My Bar, the word “east” comes to mind: it’s on Gerrard St. East; it’s in the east end; it’s got both a Cape Breton and an Indian theme; and, it has a beast that lives in the basement. (Well, “beast” has “east” in it.)
Notice the charming lady in the bottom-left-hand corner of the photo saluting my presence.
Jacksoul Poster: No
Price: Cheap: $3.50 domestic bottled beer
Service: Friendly. Chatty. Efficient.
Shabby Chic Fusion
Shabby Chic Fusion is characterized by pastels, distressed furnishings and a fusion of cultures. Plenty of distress and fusion here: a faded smiling Buddha, wrinkled Cape Breton flag, wobbly chairs, scratched tables, cracked flooring, and a rickety stairwell. All of it basking in the murmuring glow of pastel green.
Feel a compulsion to clean? Cleaning products are thoughtfully left all over the basement for you.
The ladies room says it with flowers. I think they’re saying remember to flush.
Clean. How could it not be with the cleaning products scattered all around the basement?
$1 coin-op pool table, juke box, and, best of all, listening to drunks speaking in tongues and understanding each other.
The Power of Diversity
You’ll notice a Laughing Buddha facing a Cape Breton Flag on the opposite wall. When you look back and forth at both a few times a certain otherworldly feeling comes over you. I think it’s the power of diversity. Or maybe it’s just that you get dizzy from turning your head so many times.
Stand between these adjacent images. Confused? Anxious? Turned on? Relax. Freud called it the “Madonna-whore Complex.”
On-site Fitness Centre:
The basement is used as a boxercise dojo. According to the bartender, each fist crater you punch burns about 270 calories.
Horror Film Buff Heaven
Right after taking my seat at the bar, I heard a loud growl coming from the basement.
I was shaking as leaden footsteps pounded up the stairs. Then appeared a giant shadowy figure. OMG! It’s the monster from “The Thing!!!”
He crossed the floor, ponied up to the bar and looked at me closely. In all the fear and excitement I almost pooped my Underoos.
Suddenly, he asked what everyone was drinking and bought us a round. I fainted with relief.
Suggested musical accompaniment:
“Jumpin’ Jack Flash” by Ananda Shankar
The Last Call:
Dive Bar Mike recommends this bar for OCD sufferers, horror film lovers, fitness enthusiasts, cheap beer fans, and anyone who just endured nearby Gerrard Square.