Wicked Club

Hey just saw this response today for the first time.
Aurora Wrote: Sure I remember Marianne Jacobsen, she tried to blackmail us into a huge payout for a scratch on the finger. I referred her to the insurance company and she never pursued. We didn’t pay anything to a any officer. Paramedics said she was fine. There are always 2 sides to a story. smile emoticon
Please note: I fell down an unlit exit on the third floor backwards and broke an artery in my left middle finger that still does not have any feeling in it. Aurora (or whatever her name is) called the ambulance for me as I said I would take a cab.
From there I was admitted to Toronto General and kept for 3 hours to monitor me for a concussion as well as stitched up my finger with 12 stitches and referred me to a hand surgeon at St. Michael’s Hospital.
Lerners contacted you regarding my claim and you ignored the letters. At no time did you offer your insurance company information. However, since you claim you did so… Kindly PM it to me now and we will reopen the file.
I guess when your business is based in drugs and prostitution — lying and making claims of blackmail are ok. If I was blackmailing you (?) why did you not tell the police or my lawyer?

BRUTAL. If you’re in a hurry here’s the long and short of it; the club is in a totally sketchy neighborhood, it was dead, even on a special event night, the dry ice was enough to mummify living tissue and the staff are rude. Don’t waste your money! My boyfriend and I usually frequent X Cub but wanted to give Wicked a chance. We are experienced in the LifeStyle and know it’s best to go on an ‘event night’ rather than a regular night, so we waited for Wicked’s White Ball on Aug. 29^th. When we arrived at 11:15 there was about 8 people there, including Shlomo, the owner, who was sitting at the bar. You’d think that, seeing as he had nothing else to do, he would have come over and welcomed people he’d never seen in his private club before. LifeStylers all know each other and are usually quite friendly and welcoming to new people. Not so at Wicked! It was sooo dead that we didn’t want to commit to buying drinks until we knew if things were going to pick up or not. The bartender came over and offered us drinks and we said we didn’t know what we wanted yet; instead of saying something pleasant like «okay, just wave me down when you’re ready» she just turned around and walked away. Half an hour later when she came back again we were honest and said «we’re not sure if we’re going to stay or not» and she gave us a pissy look and turned around and walked away, as if we didn’t have the right, after paying for membership and admission, to sit there if we weren’t going to buy drinks. We were only there for 45 min. and the dry ice alone was enough to make us want to leave. I wear contact lenses and the dry ice was so overdone that it sucked every molecule of moisture out of my eyes and I had to get my eye drops out every five minutes. My boyfriend doesn’t wear contacts and even he needed my eyedrops. Between the dry ice and the lighting it was almost impossible to see in there; even if it had been crowded we wouldn’t have hooked up with anyone because we’d have had no idea what they look like. Between the lack of clientele, the pitch black, the dry ice, the indifferent owner and the rude staff we will NEVER go back. We highly recommend X Club instead!

This place absolutely sucks. It was pretty dead when my date and I sat at the bar and had our first drink. We paid $ 70 each to enter. 12:00 rolled around and there still wasn’t much going on. Just the loud owners taking photos of the staff cage dancing. We were getting ready to leave when the blonde owner assured us that the «party» was upstairs. We reluctantly paid another $ 30 each, and followed her outside (sketchy), and through a separate entrance, into a cheaply decorated lounge.
We took off our clothes and locked our stuff up (with tiny crappy luggage locks), and started to mingle or whatever. There were only 2 other couples upstairs so it was a bit awkward. Then the bartender from downstairs came into the lounge, totally wasted, looking for some guy who owed her money.
We just got dressed and left. They wouldn’t refund us.

Rude people. Dive. Pass on this one. Much better places around Toronto to have fun. Seedy part of town.

An aggravating experience, the opposite of what one pays good money for, such as a rude greeter, very bad customer service, totally incompetent organization, all leaves a bad taste in the mouth, why bother