f anything, Zelda’s should be commended for its sheer trailblazing balls. Not only have they given life to the old Toby’s location in the gay corridor, but they've given a lot of life to it.

When you crave buzzing testosterone glamour of scary proportions, a little adventure and a lot of booze, and want to get out of the trailer park for a few hours, stop by this not-exactly-hidden bar and restaurant where barrel-chested boys flaunt their lithe companions, down glass after glass of Zelda’s imaginative, loopy cocktails and occasionally dress up as Nurse Betty, or Elvis, depending on the night.

Yes, Zelda Angelfire has indeed created the namesake Bar and Grill, at the heart of gay Toronto (the intersection of Church and Wellesley); a truly startling place to drink, let loose, shed inhibitions and enjoy a Saturday night lineup that has to be the polar opposite of shiny Richmond West. Drag cabaret singers warble traditional Russian melodies, Christmas in August, wrestlemania. And if you haven't watched a drag queen chocolate pudding wrestling fight in between bites of meatloaf, you haven't lived.

And none of the regulars have ever been to Susur.