On the weekend Hil and I went to the most disgusting place – likely ever. It was definitely dirtier and scarier than anything I’ve experienced, including giant rats in the basements of London hostels. That place was Phil’s.
If you went to University of Waterloo or Wilfred Laurier you know Phil’s, it’s practically on your campus. And it’s so gross.
Allow me to elaborate. Phil’s is a dance club/bar where the drinks are only $2, so of course it’s always jammed pack with partying students. You have to go down a flight of stairs to essentially party in a basement, so there’s absolutely no air flow, the ceiling looks like it will give you asbestos poisoning and the air is damp, hot, humid, and absolutely rank, because it’s so underground and so packed with bodies. The drinks come in small plastic cups without limes … ever. And at a regular club, were somebody to just chuck their cup on the ground when they’re done, they’d be a big inconsiderate jerk. But that’s just what people do at Phil’s. Nobody sets their drink down or throws their cups out, they just toss it over their shoulder and people dance on it for the rest of the night. The dregs and the ice combine to make the club just one giant puddle. You stand around in a centimetre of liquid all night. It’s not a sticky floor, it’s a wet floor. The whole place is pretty much a swamp in a cave.
Why would we go to such a hell-hole? Well, why does anybody? It’s a right of passage. If you live in Kitchener/Waterloo or if you’ve ever partied in KW/plan to, it’s just a right of passage. It’s something you just have to experience so you can say that you lived to tell the tale. Do I recommend it? Oh hair no. Are you going to go? Yup likely.