PJ Smith’s demonic projections
I found the bar in Toronto’s Chinatown called the Hotspot. Never being one to deny myself the dubious pleasures of a bar called the Hotspot, I went in. Turns out it was the back door to this cozy little pub just over the tracks in Pandemonium.
Yes, the Imperial City of Hell. It’s a neutral gathering hole for those most especially damned to take a little time to remember what it was like not to be damned. Really, to them, even worse than their favourite spot in the depths.
Now, like everybody I’ve told this story to, you won’t believe me anyways, so I’m going to show you the photos I brought back. Humans are sometimes let in. Demons are sometimes let out.
THEMUSEUM (10 King St. W.)
8pm-2am (including the bonus hour as the clocks roll back!)