I never really had a "regular" bar, my friends had a pub that they really liked going to but I was too extroverted to hang out in the same bar every single weekend where nothing much exciteing happened. I wanted to try every kind of place, where they where be other music and, you know, women. Formerly in my city there was the answer to all of that. It was a black hole of decadence called The Ridout Tavern. But it wasn't a really tavern, but five very different nightclubs connected from the interior all together in one large building complex. They were The Ridout, Cristo's, The Warehouse, The Ramp and Zeke's. It could hold a couple thousand people when packed (which it was from Wednesday to sunday) and served up $2 bottles, $0.50 "party" shots and $6 pitchers of beer. For a young power drinker, it was filthy heaven. Lots of under-agers were getting in back then with the laminated fake ID's and it was easy to get thrown out in one bar then just walk around to the next entrance and you were back in again. If you were single you had a 50/50 shot of getting laid at the place. If not, you could watch one of the twenty fights that would break out in the bar or out in the parking lot at night. It was hard to walk away from this place on ANY night without an amusing story(s) to tell the next day. If you REMEMBERED it. If I was to remember the ten best times of my life while out with friends, I'd be willing them to bet that five of them happened at the place. We always knew a huge amount of people and it the late 90's bar regulations and social structures were still pretty lax so there wasn't all this uptightedness and obsession with self presentation like you see a lot of today. It was a place you went to get drunk and have a good time and the security didn't care if you got hammered and yelled shit at random or passed out in your chair. As controversial of a place that it was it was our bar and we will always love it, now gone and buried in an unmarked grave under a towering condominium high rise. Thank you, Ridout Tavern for making me learn to love going out. Focus: Your all-time favourite watering hole. What was it that made it so special to you?