Lame buildings like this remind me why so many people, myself included, love the Toronto box. This pseudo classy dreck used to be the coin of the realm in Toronto in the pre-Twenty Niagara, District Lofts, Radio City days. The Avenue reminds us that the enemy is still out there, hiding crouched in the bushes. Who is this enemy?: Bad Taste!
Anyway, its a real shame that such an important corner is now home to this pitiful pile of lame-o pomo posturing.