For generations, the Brunswick House has been a fixture for study-stressed students to release their anxiety (and hormones) by drinking, fighting and, to some degree, puking. Rumours abounded that beer was recycled for re-sale by pouring what was left in cups back into the containers. If girls wanted to slut it up and get lucky by heading to a veritable sausage-fest, the “Brunny” was an ideal choice.

The venue was not pretty; the main area was made up of picnic tables, and the décor was dingy. But the beer was cheap. So they went. In droves. Eventually, to combat the seedy reputation, owners attempted to implement a strict dress-code. This kept out the out the undesirables just fine. Unfortunately, it kept out everyone else as well. Who the hell would want to dress up to go to the Brunny?

The post-reno Brunny is a different place (well, sort of). A few years ago, Abbis Mahmoud (president of Urban Male Magazine) bought the Brunny and gave it a nightclub makeover. Now, it's not unusual to see frat boys and ho'd up college chicks filling obnoxious queues that spill out onto the sidewalk. Cheap, watered down beer and even more watered down "drink specials" provide the fodder for later public urination, and, more recently, the occasional high-profile act of violence.

But hey, at least the decor has been given a decidedly non-pub upgrade, and if grinding to Black Eyed Peas hits with the under-21 set is your idea of a good night out, there's nowhere more suitable in the city. Just do us a favour and keep your damn voices down; you're making the whole area look bad.