Thursday, December 03, 2015

Coolopolis needs all of your knowledge of Montreal bars and nightclubs

Coolopolis has been putting a book together that attempts to recap all of the most important bars in this city's history and we need you to send your tips to help get it right.
   Much, much research has already been done but we need anecdotes, ribald stories, descriptions of the decor and personnel and every other tidbit you know.
    Here are a few nightclub ads all from 1967, which was a great year for such establishments in spite of claims that clubs died with the start of TV.
   Send me more info on these places, either in the comments or at megaforce@gmail.com. Photos would be particularly appreciated.
    I've added other bars at the end that I'm curious about. So please share what you've got for the sake of this noble literary initiative.

Stone's toss from the Roddick gates of McGill. Did folk music and a lot of comedy with Dave Broadfoot performing there for months, if not years. Aka the Shrine.
 
Mobbed-up Detroit Red Wing tough guy Jimmy Orlando managed a Algier's//Aldos on Mountain after being banned from the States on a draft-dodging affair during the height of his career. In 1960 he then moved on this strip club-esque deal on Crescent, west side, a few doors south of St. Cat. Building was eventually demolished around 1970 and the vacant terrain has only recently been filled up.

No idea what this short-lived place was. Its address corresponds to what we know as Moe's Corner Snack Bar, It couldn't be that because Moe's has been Moe's since 1958 and it wasn't the El Morocco/Moustache next door. Anybody?

The Empress, aka Cinema V, that long-abandoned art deco masterpiece on Sherbrooke across from NDG Park, was a strip club/burlesque spot for a few years due to a determined investor who braved some local opposition. I've heard a few vague stories but need more.
Local much-travelled veteran musician Peter Barry got to own his own place, which to this day bears the same name on St. Catherine. Of course guys who claimed to be owners of various places were often just minor stakeholders while other silent partners controled much.
Copa Cabana was a basement place on St. Catherine at the southwest corner of Peel. It lasted for much longer and was later embroiled in a racism dispute. Don't know much more than that. Not sure if this is where Fred Ward murdered the guy who stuffed his head in the toilet. I'll have to check my notes.
The Country Palace was on the same strip as the New Penelope Folk music club and the Swiss Hut, the Spanish Club and Harry Ship's belly-dancing place. Seek confirmation of the story where two Irish thugs, irritated that they were asked to pay rather than put their beer on a tab, returned and shot the place up. Cops had been tipped off and chased and shot one gunman dead. Haven't seen a newspaper report confirming this though. Please help me. Seeking info as well on the exact date and location of Harry Ship getting shot in the legs somewhere around the same time and place.

The Esquire was the best club in town, with crazily-great acts like Wilson Picket doing an entire week there and even Jimi Hendrix played before going solo. It was later ordered closed because too many hookers were hanging around, which is pretty crazy because it was just like any other place in that regard.

The Faisan Bleu is at the same location launched first by the famous Frolics club and has since continued with what's now the Kingdom strip club. I spent a lot of hours on Lovells digging up the exact date of each club. It was mobbed up for a while with the Cotronis playing an interest and was known as a place for francophone singers for a while.
The Lorelei was in that cash machine of clubs on Stanley below St. Catherine which included the Limelight, Chez Paree, Tic Toc, Esquire and others. Its name lived on until the early 70s.
The Metropole was a short-lived little known proto-peeler joint which set a tradition of strip clubs at Drummond and St. Catherine (the old Chic'n'Coop and its adjoining bar being predecessors. Before that it was the home of Thomas D'Arcy McGee.)
Le Vieux Rafiot was Alfie Wade's Old Montreal effort, which he established after bringing disco to Montreal around 1964. Wade was a young black hustler who copied the trend of bringing big speakers into nightclubs. He later moved to New York to do black civil rights stuff. I went to high school with his daughter and he visited me when he dropped in from Paris about 20 years ago and still occasionally writes me. Never found this bar too interesting, convince me otherwise please.
Cafe St. Jacques sat across the street to the west of where the main Berri metro entrance now sits. It was attached to a church and was long propelled by a single owner who couldn't resist a gimmick.  I have a few pretty good stories from this place, please send me more.
In the early 60s stripping was risky because of law enforcement but belly dancing passed the obscenity test so Fawzia Amir became a celebrity thanks to Harry Ship's investment. A lot of hype was required to keep interest in her Sahara Club on Sherbrooke west of Park, in a strip of building long demolished for hotels.
The Silver Slipper Cafe burned down not long after this. The place was just above St. Catherine Metcalfe and had previously been the original El Morrocco as well as the Cavendish Club and Golden Dome.
Casino de Paris would have been a place occupied by what later became the Spectrum. Tell me more if you know about it.
Harlem Paradise occupied the same premises as the fabled Cafe St. Michel, or at least might have, one was listed at 770 Mountain, the other 772. I'm still trying to figure if the building still stands, although I believe it does not.  It rivalled Rockheads as the Montreal's best black club. St. Michel lasted from 1940-1955. In 1962 it reopened as the Harlem Paradise. It was the scene of a battle beteen gangsters which left one man crippled for life. Actor Percy Rodrigues worked as a doorman there.
Kindly women organ players were a surprisingly big element to this city's entertainment scene. This place at the SW corner of Lincoln and Guy seems like a mystery.
A long-demolished joint on Dorch west of Peel sat in the same spot as Slitkins and Slotkins and was once attacked by mobsters who leaned on pro boxer Charlie Chase to do the dirty work. Chase, by the way, apparently once tried to pimp out women at Chez Paree by getting them hooked on heroin, which led Irish mobster Johnny Maguire to give him a famous beat down.
Rockheads was closed for a long time by the provincial government after owner Rufus refused to pay a bribe. It came back but pretty much died when he did. Famous story: Davey Hilton Sr. bit off a random guy's nose there because somebody had insulted his friend.

Whatever Whitey's Hideaway is, it didn't last long and it and the building is long, long gone. The Black Bottom was not far from there for several years before moving to Old Montreal for a couple of years to a location that later became Night Magic.


   I'm also seeking information on the Times Square Cafe on Bleury north of St. Catherine, near the old theatre, particularly to confirm a tale that a Mafia guy was beaten to death outside by the Irish owners after trying to extort them.
   Seeking information on the Venus de Milo, Checkers, Molly McGuire's/Clove Cafe, The Mocambo, Sportsman Tavern, Blue Angel Cafe, Swiss Hut (need a photo!) Samovar/Downbeat/PJ's, Skyway Lounge, Old Munich, 1234, Smitty's, Kon Tiki, Palomino, Alfie's, Brasserie d'Iberville, The Flip/C Plus/Dice Club on Paineau, Chez Mado, Lodeo, Sextuple, Hunter's Horn, Maple's Inn, Garage/Backstreet, Casa Loma, Toe Blakes, The Royal, El Morocco/Moustache, Smitty's, Cafe Campus, Bellevue Casino, Rainbow Bar and Grill, Playboy Club, Cafe Srajevo, Casa Del Sol.
  You have one not on this list? Please share it. 

18 comments:

  1. Ah, le Lodéo!... Dans les années 1950 cette boite de nuit spécialisée dans la musique country s'appelait le Rodéo. En 1975 quand j'y suis allé quelque fois c'était devenu le Lodéo. Situé au coin nord-ouest du bd Saint-Laurent et de la rue de LaGauchetière, en plein quartier chinois, on disait que le R était devenu un L car les Chinois prononcent très mal le R... L'endroit était glauque à souhait, fréquenté par les habitants du quartier, et des étudiants de l'UQAM cherchant à s'encanailler. Je louais une chambre tout près et la faune locale était dantesque. Un soir, alors qu'un client ivre gueulait plus fort que le chanteur, ce dernier lui intima l'ordre de se taire en termes on ne peut plus clair: «FARME TA YEULE, CÉ MOÉ QUI CHANTE ICITTE!» Nullement impressionné, le client lui cria: «OH YEA?» et lui lança une bouteille de bière. Aux deux jeunes étudiantes quelque peu effrayées assises tout près, je dis, très homme du monde: «Ne vous en faites pas, ça fait partie du show...»

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  2. I only know the Cock n Bull from around '94 and on. It used to be my after work pit stop. $6 pitchers and some of Mr Wong's chinese food kept me going for a long time. I had some brilliant times with the locals. Most of them workers, artists, teachers and crazies. Then again they were all crazy. I have a 100 page binder of poetry given to my by one of the locals.

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  3. Monsieur Alain Contant:
    C'est une grande histoire et vraiment très drôle. Je vous remercie pour l'inclure dans les histoires de Kristian et de Coolopolis.
    I must add Kristian that I think your project to record more historical stories about the Montreal of the special times you write about is most commendable. I know of most of the places you mention and I dearly wish I could add to your narrative, but honestly, I never had a problem in any of the places I visited. There were times I was ill at ease mainly because I didn't want to embarrass my date.
    I wish I could add to your project which I feel will become a most desired book and you may be sure I will be one of the first in line to purchase it.

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  4. I remember going to the Cock 'N Bull in the 1970's, when I was working as a freelance photographer, to photograph the interior. I had been contacted by a local Montreal Star editor, who was moonlighting for a British tabloid.

    This editor was doing an article about how Prince Charles, who was in the Royal Navy at the time, had visited the Cock 'N Bull with some shipmates one evening. He had asked a local girl in the pub for a dance, and she refused. She obviously didn't know who he was. The British tabloid was all excited this incident.

    Later, I visited the restaurant Chez la Mere Michel on Guy St., where I took some pics of a table where Charles had dined. Remember meeting the owner, a photographer himself, who took me up to the attic (I think it was there) to show me some of his photographs.

    I never received payment from that Montreal Star editor.

    Ah, well...

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  5. Working for a top notch stock broker at Place Victoria in the early sixties, I was assigned by my buddies to get entertainment for a friends 'stag party'. Being a rookie I asked a few senior 'bond traders' for advice as to where I could get this entertainment. One of them suggested 'Whiteys Hideaway' on Aqueduc St south of St.Antoine (now Lucien L'allier). Not being far from the office I presented myself one day after work, had a few beers and asked for Bill White , who said your looking at him. Big guy, gentle but he did run the place. Got down to business and he showed me the ropes. LOL

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    1. You could make any sports bet with Whitey at the bar He was a great guy.if you wanted some special treatment,it cost you $6 in the private upstairs washroom
      Ah. Those were the days

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  6. Oh sweet lord PJ's, on the west side of Peel just north of St Catherine was a trip. I was a 14 year old runaway from the pathetic excuse of a city named Toronto when I discovered Montreal. PJ's was one of my first hangouts. You got into the club by climbing an endless set of stairs to the second floor where you saw a dance floor the size of a postage stamp. Beside it sat a stool and on that stool sat Armand Munro, who emceed the nightly drag shows with a lot of wit and sarcasm. He eventually went on to tend bar at Le Mystique, Montreal's oldest gay bar, which closed sometime in the 2000's, which was really sad. Once you reached the second floor you could climb another endless set of stairs to the bathrooms, the dressing room for the queens and the pay phone. A guy use to set up a snack stand up there that sold chocolate bars. PJ's was a riot, lots of drugs, lots of sex of all shapes sizes and descriptions. Loreal was a DJ there for years, a beautiful black transsexual who played great music. If you wanna talk Montreal clubs from 1977-1985 I'm sure I crawled out of more than a few dozen at one point or another. Montreal in the late 70's early 80's was the best city on the planet. I was back and forth between Mtl and NYC and Mtl was truly in a class all it's own. Douglas Leopold and Tommy Schnurmacher were a couple of drug addicts who lived wild lives and reported only what made them look good and got them invited to the best scenes in town, the shit that was going on behind the scenes was beyond anything you can imagine. Tommy wrote a gossip column for The Gazette and lived in that beautiful building on Sherbrooke across from The Ritz Carlton and Douglas lived in Old Montreal on Queen St. He had this amazing loft where every room was like a movie set in a different era. I'll never forget asking him if he had any coke and his answer was "of course I have coke, I have to have blow if Bruce Willis or Sly come to town". What a pretentious asshole he was. He's gone now of course, as is Tommy. Those boys did things that were shocking, and if I can say that then they had to be living on the edge. Montreal, wow. I use to buy dope all over that city, but I really liked The Clay Oven on the north side of St Catherine St just E of Fort. That place was really cool. The last time I was in Mtl was 1991. It was so different. Still cosmopolitan, still fantastic, just different. I'll never forget the first time I went there, the people were so nice, the fashions and the restaurants and the clubs, Toronto was a joke next to Montreal and it still is. Poor Toronto, it tries so hard to be what Montreal is and always has been, easy going, warm, fun, fashionable and friendly but never gets past being uptight, judgmental, stuck up and nasty. And I grew up in Toronto so i can say that because I know it to be true. Try pulling some of the Just for Laughs Gags on Torontonians and see what happens. They'd call the fuzz! ;o) I miss my old apt. at 1610 Sherbrooke St W. I've lived all over Mtl but I liked that building. I use to have another great place on the SW corner of Sherbrooke and Bleury, above a store, but I think it's gone now. And I use to love The Purple Unknown which was a head shop on the E side of Bleury S of Sherbrooke, long gone. Is the El Gitano restaurant still on the E side of Parc just S of Milton? If your reading this do you know any of these places?

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    1. I hung out at P.J s it was so fun there was some guy that we hung out from NY his name was Benji don t know what ever happened to him our crowd was there when the Lorelei first turned in the a disco it was the first disco in the city a good year before the Limelight it was an amazing place

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  7. Thanks for the note. Tommy Schn. is still around and does a politically-oriented radio talk show and is fairly sharp, altho I'm not a regular listener. I recall the Clay Oven my friend tried to buy hash there and he had short hair and so they ran him out, calling him a narc. It was pretty funny. I've researched the Purple Unknown a little bit but never came up with anything really solid, so I'm always interested in knowing more. I've definitely heard of Armand Munro but wasn't aware that he ended his career at that Mystique bar. Is he still alive? I'll try to look him up.

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  8. When I was a member of the Black Watch in the early 1960's we would spend a few hours drinking at the Kit Kat on Bluery Street after training. I continued to drop by periodically while on leave after joining the navy. I was in the Kit Kat when the shoot out took place at the Country Palace. It happened between Fall and Spring of 1967 or 1968.

    The first time I got into a strip club was when I was 16 years old. My friends and I had hitched from Chateauguay to Montreal to see Goldfinger. The first car picked us up so we arrived downtown early and walked around to kill time. When we passed Pal's on St Catherine near the Main the doorman invited us in. It cost us each a tip to get by the door man. We climbed to the top of stairs and knocked on the door and it cost us another tip to get inside followed by another tip to be seated. A waiter came and we each ordered a beer, that too cost us a tip. We thought this was great because none of us had seen a stripper before. About a half hour later a stripper sat at our table and asked if we would buy her a drink. I thought that was a great idea and convinced my friends we should do it. A few minutes later a waiter returned with a bottle of champagne, it took every cent we had to pay for it. We didn't go to the movies that night and had to walk from the Main to Cavendish and St Jacques to hitch hike home. But at least we had something good to brag about at school Monday morning.

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  9. There was a "black" club called The 99, I think on Notre Dame?

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  10. I was at the Lorelei the first night it opened alot of my friends worked there it really was the first Disco in Montreal I remember the first night it opened there was hardly know one there But with in a few months there was a line up to get in.Our group never had to wait we were forever the promo kids We dressed in 30 and 40s fashions hats with feathers and veils with foxtails around our neck We were the kids that everyone looked at and tried to copy.The place was beautiful with 2 levels and the stairs that went up to the second level where winding up the wood was carved and beautiful.The people upstairs could look down on the dance floor there was a huge disco ball in the middle of the dance floor a stage in the front where Lenny the disco jocky played the music.The place was huge.We owned it nobody bothered us the management was amazing no pressure to drink.The Limelight opened more than a year later I went to check it out but I loved the Lorelei more always looked at it like it was the most creative crowd that hung out there.So many fun times there.I moved to B.C in 74 so only got to see its origin.I know from friends it became pretty dark with fights and police raids and than it burned down.

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  11. Used to, when I was w kid play the Country Palace and slip over to the Swiss Hut,where I could get a great cheeseburger, beer Labatt's Cinquante & share hash on a safety pin, for dessert!
    Backed up MickeyMCGIVERN/Marvin Rainwater & Lefty Frizzell. 1966

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  12. My father was the singer in a band called Rod Ellis and the Melody Knights in the 1940's. They sang in hotels, the Chez Paree, other clubs, and could be heard on the radio live. I have some promo shots of the band and Im looking for any ads mentioning them. Perry Carmen (Percy Clamen) played piano and Eli Rottenberg (Rod Ellis) sag. They were teenagers and very popular. I have just one recording of my father from this period of his life. He is singing Begin the Beguine with a live orchestra. It was originally on a reel to reel tape, then transferred to vinyl, then I had a sound engineer make cassettes of it for my family members in the 1980's. Eli and Perry still keep in touch.

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  13. Touch of class club was a private club. I was a member. I believe it was previously the Sabra club. Great place in the 60’s and 70’s.

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  14. Does anyone remember the nightclub, the Downbeat off Peel Street? My grandfather, Conrad Beaudry worked there in the 1940’s onward. Perry Como performed there.

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  15. 2 great clubs worth mentioning. The first I believe was a club called Sunrise(?) owned and managed by Doudou Boicel on St. Catherine & Bleury, I believe. A fantastic club that was always full. Doudou was partial to blues and Jazz. Saw George Thorogood there along with a ton of great jazz musicians including Herb Ellis and Barney Kessel. The second one is the Spectrum which was downtown in the St.James district. A great place to see top drawer blues players. Saw a great Roy Buchanan show there. Roy must have gone through case of beer by the time his show ended.

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  16. The Guilda Follies was probably upstairs at the Mustache. The address corresponds to the door at the north end of the building and the phone number is the Mustache/ El Morrocco

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