ryst is the new plum loco locale in Clubland in which to try out your solid, new pickup material. The space, appropriately laid out, is clearly aimed at the big spender who is seeking a destination for that fatal attraction tryst. Text your illicit lover and make plans to rendezvous in The Havana Lounge, the garden off of The Loft or on the dance floor in The Club. With the many namesake nooks and crannies at the club, the entrepreneurial player could even plan to meet up with three of his (or her) potentials in the same evening if the cards are played right. Or, as one suspiciously stammering clubber put it, "it's the baddest bitch in town."

If, by the off chance, your dates discover what you’re up to and leave in a huff after tossing their drinks in your face, you won’t be hard up for company. The Havana Room, with its chandeliered ceilings, may seek your attention as a great place to strike up a conversation and have a drink with (yet another) a stranger. If said stranger seems interested in learning more about you, take him for a stroll along the garden path to The Loft Room with its glimmering bar and starlit garden view.

The new setting might even inspire your hot new date to open up and maybe even buy you a drink. If his new-found comfort zone shows him to be an absolute freak show that just emerged from his basement after three years straight playing World Warcraft in his housecoat and ordering in Chinese, there is, ahem, an available escape route: The Club. This blandly-named area is a quick staircase away where anonymous revelers rub elbows and sweat it out on the dance floor. He’ll never find you there.

Need a bit of hand-holding? Try the club out for the Fetish Friday party night and get down to the regular rotation of Top 40 and House beats. The club is trying hard to cater to an exclusive corporate clientele, but the most they can hope for is the weekend crowd in from Mississauga. Perhaps the club would have come across in a more dazzling way if this one had preceded the myriad of other clubland clubs. Originality is gone.

In short, when you've spent too much on any kind of contemporary design element, when you've had your heart broken by someone who didn't even know whether to match his socks to his shoes, or when you need to celebrate the birthday of someone who has suffered those experiences along with you, Tryst is your new stylish hideout. –J.T.