here do ugly people hang out? Well, not here. Wunderbar, not just a nougat-y delight anymore, is a sheen, gloss, and plastic lounge-bar located in the W Hotel.

Having heard overtly gushing praise of the cool factor and gorgeousness of the almighty Wunderbar, I was expecting my life, upon approach on a recent Saturday night, to change within seconds of entry. It did not.
In German, “wunderbar” means wonderful and, in many ways, Wunderbar truly is wonderful. First, when you finally get in the club (there are throngs of local hipsters who want to be seen) you are welcomed by smiling, gorgeous, and polite staff. For me, that's good enough, but there is more to Wunderbar than beautiful waiters and hostesses. The design is a work of art. Audacious, on a thin line between classic and edgy, the place impresses by its many stylish details, such as the great lighted-ceiling in the V.I.P. cave. The design itself is worth waiting in the cold.

You are probably wondering who actually has the privilege to get into Wunderbar. I don’t know either. Walking into this club is sort of walking into a New York it spot; there are teams of gorgeous people you have never seen before, which is quite a feat, since Montreal’s club scene is sort of a big village. The lounge’s heavily coveted sunken VIP area is a sexy temple of cool. Elsewhere in Wunderbar there are communal silver banquettes, a few logo-ed chairs, and a large projection screen displaying images of seductive scenery.

Wunderbar's music selection is quite good and solidly current, but, ahem, a bit too loud. As there is no apparent dance floor, and like the crowd, who, as beautiful and fashionable as it is, Wunderbar seems to have a serious lack of smiling faculties.