hat was once Shag Lounge- a sweet, little swank lounge without a sign - is now a transparent, tranny bar, with no sign of life whatsoever. Bewildering, to be sure, as this prime location at the centre of all things gay could and should have sprouted a more innovative establishment than a barren barroom with a wooden box for a stage (George’s Play, one assumes), which features drag queens performing their business.

And that business is what plunges this George’s Play business into even more pathetic waters: renditions of “Let’s talk dirty to the animals,” and “These boots are made for walking,” performed - so badly lip-synched, the poor bitch continues to mouth words long after the song expires - by overweight, senior citizens in pink chiffon dresses.

Now, if that does it for you - you’re in there; no line up, rsvp’ing or velvet ropes at this one. At any given time, you’ll have the place to yourself and a few dozen other like-minded folks that also ‘do it for them.’ You’ll make friends.

Martinis and beer seem to be most popular here, and we highly regarded their Cosmo, which seemed to come with most of the bottle of vodka in it. No food. Just alcohol, dirty washrooms and overweight, senior citizens in pink chiffon dresses. How about that? - S.L.