he walls was shakin’ The earth was quakin’
You shook me all night long
AC/DC

Locals call it the Entertainment District, that stretch of King Street between University and Spadina, infested with pre- and post-theatre restaurants, cafés, and theme bars. It’s all very well-behaved, monotonous, geriatric; a smooth-running operation bent on getting the cheque to the table ten minutes prior to showtime.

But below street level, in the middle of this real-life travel-brochure, we have ourselves a problem child that doesn’t give a damn about curtain time.