One of the guests at the pre-reading bbq told us this is a working class neighborhood. I believed it at first: the rows of old houses, kids and old people in the yards, the apparent lack of an ATM that works.
Our reading was at Stones Place, a Rolling Stones theme bar with the requisite collection of Mick posters, signed copies of Sticky Fingers, and paintings of Jim Morrison and Bob Dylan (?).
One of our local helpers told us Keith Richards painted them, and all became clear. We parallel parked and slept in front of Damien Rogers’ house on the bus. I woke up every couple of hours (because I had to pee) and saw a red light glowing from a white building at the end of the block. In the morning, I walked down to see what this spectacle was all about. This wasn’t a bar, or a brothel, it was a condo building in progress. Watch out, Meritage.
Enjoy the fine copy:
Anchoring the west end of Toronto's hippest strip comes a condominium so stylish and cool, it promises to redefine the way this city's hipsters live. Join the ambassadors of hip on Queen Street West at Gladstone, renowned for the famous Drake Hotel and home of the soon-to-be equally eminent Bohemian Embassy. … the ultimate place for culture-loving urbanites to BE.
Obviously, a very close replica of the original Bohemian Embassy, a coffee shop from the 1960s where Margaret Atwood used to hang out and where some Beat-ish people had a Dada-style happening in 1963.
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