ock & Soul smolders inside smoke bomb Zoobizarre on Fridays and Saturdays; a brilliant addition to Montreal’s always existent, yet presently exploding indie music scene.

Oddly veiled under the canopies of St-Hubert’s shopping quarter, Zoobizarre has no sign, almost nothing to sound its existence save a green police light hanging between adjacent boutiques along the sidewalk.

Zoobizarre is a favorite hang out with area party compatriots. Wrenching open its enormous castle-like front door and jaunting up a dangerously steep – especially when inebriated – flight of stairs gets you to the main entrance. Inside, Zoobizarre’s décor stays true to the name of its original incarnation, Bar Donjon; which means ‘keep’ in French. Stone masonry forms a marvelous arched ceiling, sheltering its dance floor and stage from bad vibes emanating from neighbouring Top 40 rock bars. Yes, Zoobizarre is certainly a world apart; picture a medieval citadel that presents bands and djs alike. Bold and imposing all the while seductive.

The arched ceiling continues through a narrow corridor past the restrooms to the back of the bar. Here, patrons can break from the smoky sardine can upfront on comfortable black leather booths set along mirrored walls. Stand-ups with stools also offer repose.

Quebecois staples Boréale and St-Ambroise, along with standard speed rail liquor keep drinks simple at Zoobizarre. So if you’re looking to sip martinis all night under the friscallating dusklight – à la Royal Tennenbaum – turn around and head downtown. Zoobizarre is all vibe and no snide.