ates can be funny things, but very important they are (do I sound like Yoda? Sorry). A good first is the key to a second, which is the key to a future relationship, which is the key to eternal happiness (ahem, I guess). And if eternal happiness is what you seek, take all first dates to Bin 942. Here endeth the lesson.

For all the Toronto refugees who find themselves on the coast, The Bin will do for you what the best Queen Street speakeasies did: it will make you cool, if only by osmosis. Also, it will give you the chance to experience paint-by-number romance of the hippest ilk.

Struggling with your style? Simply knowing about the Bin gives you ear-to-the ground scenester cred. Have trouble sharing? The Bin's coast-cultured tapas plates will have your fingers dancing through saffron and chorizo mussels and Santa Fe flavoured Confit of Duck that's so good that you may actually give up some of your just to taste other's.
Don’t know jack about good music? Prepare to download all the 4/4 head nod that you can handle after Bin tunes do to your ears what flowers on Valentines Day do to your mother.

Drinking wine here is like a romantic odyssey. Matching bold forkful with sultry mouthful, you’ll be so ensconced in each that intimacy will ooze from you. It is a pleasure best had weekly. If all else fails, as you leave this den of eclecticism, the hostess will even join your hands together at the door at no extra cost.