Mess With The Bull, You Get the Horns

For anyone who might argue what an after-hours bar has to do with film, television, books, or monkeys, I say--where the hell do you think actors, writers, directors and monkeys go for a good time at 4am?

The Matador, that sweet old clunker of a can, is in jeopardy of being torn down by the City of Toronto to make room for a parking lot.

Because nothing says urban renewal like pavement and cars!

Since I live 2 blocks away from the venerable establishment, and have vague if not fond memories of dancing awkwardly within its walls, I ask you all to please write the folks who are plotting for the parking and let them know this is not acceptable!

Find out how you can save the Matador!