he name of this bar may conjure unfortunate images for you, like a chick with double d’s wearing her workout underwire perspiration stains with pride for example. The moniker is highly appropriate and so is the image for this very neat Ossington bar. The front room is extremely tiny; but, it holds the bar and is therefore constantly packed with thirsty drunks. Patrons find themselves in a personal space situation akin to riding the TTC at rush hour. Having up-close-and-personal encounters at Sweaty Betty’s is an oddly pleasant experience though. Maybe it’s the wicked jukebox in the corner or the option of venturing out of the riffraff and into the larger back room or the huge patio out back. Or maybe it’s the lovely bartender decked out in vintage couture and getting you hammered with a smile and a wink. Ride your bike down and check out this sweat box if you haven’t already because bars of this caliber are hard to find. –J.T.