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The Best Strip Clubs in Toronto. The best strip clubs in Toronto have their spiritual home on Yonge St. A third of our list resides on Yonge, in locations that often date back to when they were bars with bands. Many of these clubs are family-owned - yes, you read that right - and as venerable as anything else in the town, with histories going back to the late '60s, when loosened city regulations turned go-go girls into topless dancers and Yonge Street went from seedy to sleazy. They look pretty much like you'd imagine - ripped and patched upholstery, neon lighting and walls painted black, with watered-down drinks and a staff of dancers who are either working their way through college or professionals with a kid or two to feed.
Or occasionally somewhere on the way from the former to the latter. The Rail doesn't get its name from a stripper's pole, but actually predates this obligatory accessory to the exotic dancer's act. It remains in full garish vigor within walking distance of Rosedale and U of T and some of the city's best hotels, and was the sort of place where you were most likely to spot celebrities during the Toronto International Film Festival.
More high profile than upscale, it put itself on the front line of the city's fight against lap dancing, if that means anything to you. With valet parking and a King West location, "Eyes" is the strip club for the upwardly mobile. There's a coat check, but on second thought thanks but no thanks.
The stage is bigger than a kitchen table, and thanks to its proximity to the city's publishing and PR industry, Eyes has witnessed more than a few memorable evenings remembered by people who really should have known better. That was a long time ago, though, and nowadays you're more likely to see a lovely young lady with a few piercings and a half-finished sociology MA next to a peroxided pro who's paying off her implants before buying a ticket to L.
The Lancaster has two locations, one in rapidly-gentrifying Bloordale and the other out on the Queensway, in what was once a supper club that gave these clubs their name. The downtown location is a bit grittier, the Etobicoke club more likely to see the odd wet-eyed suburban dad with a hard, faraway look in his eye.