he hyper-transient, ephemeral Toronto nightlife and culinary scene bounces from the frenetic spectacle of Clubland to the tight-jean blustering of West Queen West and Dundas and Ossington, the well-pressed Blackberry grounds of King Street to the weekday-casual, weekend-suburban bug-lamp of the College strip. Tastes change between streetcar stops, and hot spots burnout like Ikea tealights. Nightly, Torontonians venture out for world-class fare, a deluge of sensory amusement, and spirits-soaked escapism. Leisure pursuits reflect the diversity of this city of a thousand cultures. From neighbourhood to neighbourhood music varies, the aesthetic drastically alters, and hairstyles scruff-up, primp, lose symmetry, or fall out entirely.

Tastes change between streetcar stops, and hot spots burnout like Ikea tealights

You do not want to show up at the after-hours spot dressed like you just punched out at the bank. Similarly, as comfortable as they are, you can't get into the supper club in Converse All Stars. Going on a date? You should know the terrain before you get there, or risk stammering over the menu, stuttering, and forgetting the basic tenants of phonetics. That's where Martiniboys.com comes in.

We sift through the quasi-trends and the manufactured hype to find truly worthy destinations for the urbane and discerning, as well as the over-rated missteps and outright failures. Though you could go out every night, you probably don't. You don't have time to endure tumbleweed rooms with sticky floors - unless that's what you're into. Skip the survey course; we'll do it for you.

Toronto is a city of districts, its vibrancy reflected by its staggering range of nightspots. Plush Yorkville film-fest destinations, like Amber, Lobby, and Sassafraz- ooops, sorry (you can still smell the smoke) - house celebrities and their hanger-ons, while Trenchermen paradises, like Jamie Kennedy at the Gardiner, Susur, and Lee playfully stroke the tongues of epicureans.