he Croc is a great place to lose boring relatives and unwanted houseguests. Slick back your hair and rock out to the annoying twang of typical top '40 beats on cracked speakers, or go back further in time, throw on some painter's pants and thump your hands to the beat of The Cult. Sure, the Croc doles out some '80s tunes, but what joint would admit to that?

Expect to see site deejays spinning the occasional Euro-trance and house grooves at this multilevel, crocodile-themed club in the heart of Clubland. Also, expect an unbearably boring crowd to gather here, which appears to be quite the regulars’ spot. As for the guys, baseball caps rate frighteningly high here as fashion item #1. According to some of our readers, high-powered sports luminaries and Bay Street I-bankers still find refuge here, amongst the usual sports bar type.

When this place does have its act together, deejays spin classic and downbeat rock. Don't expect them to pump it up though. And, if you want to have a conversation with somebody, head to the more secluded back room. Luckily, the music is loud enough to drown out the inane chatter swirling around you. Oh, and beware of hungry cougars.
-R.B.