This is the second time I mention the “Vampire Sex Bar.” I first heard the name in high school, when a friend returned from a trip to Toronto. I never saw the original when it existed, but her stories sparked my imagination. She spoke of gorgeous men dressed in loose shirts and tight pants, goblets of red wine, great music, mystery, entertainment and passion.
The Vampire Sex Bar is no more. It got replaced in 2001 with a Starbucks coffee shop.
