You don’t really have a choice, you know: you must take your amber restorative (preferably Mr. Walker’s noir) at the Hitch Bar at Queen and Leslie Streets. And, of course, it’s named after the late great atheist, as the website blog TO reports in a positive review:
The bartender informed me that the bar is actually named after Christopher Hitchens (commonly known as Hitch). Using Hitch as an inspirational figure for a bar makes sense as Hitch was known to be a heavy drinker, a much more intuitive choice than the Mr. Rogers themed club in Parkdale.
Hitch’s drinking habits are reflected in the exceedingly strong cocktails. I ordered a Bourbon Sour ($11), recommended by the bartender. I’m usually not a big fan of hard liquor from the whiskey family – it reminds me of the time when I was 17 and put Baby Orajel on my tongue so I could drink rye without tasting it. However, this drink was delicious – the spices juxtaposed with the sour were the perfect drink on such a cold night. Garnishing the two-shot drink with sour cranberries instead of the traditional maraschino cherries was a welcome touch.
Photos by Jesse Milns
Food and drink aside, one of the best things about Hitch is the atmosphere. The bar, decorated with animal busts and mason jar lights, is a Pinterester’s wet dream. The cozy space has one long table as well as several smaller tables and rather than the usual mounted TV, Hitch has installed a projector opposite the largest wall. The bartender mentioned they plan to show documentaries and TED Talks at the bar.
For an establishment where every cocktail contains a double shot, it’s well-lit and the music is low, making it a good venue for a casual meeting or breaking up with someone.
Overall, Hitch is a great place to go for a stiff drink, delicious snacks, and good conversation. This bar truly embodies the idea of a salon.
Every drink with a double shot—that’s awesome! There’s but one problem, which you can spot below:
Beers on Tap:
Mill St Stock Ale, Beau’s Lug Tread, Duggan’s No. 9 IPA.
The Hitch (whiskey, soda, lemon)
Whiskey, soda, and lemon! Oy vey—a travesty! There’s only one drink that should be called “The Hitch,” and you know what it is.
The first atheist who sends me a picture of him/herself drinking Hitch’s REAL favorite drink (not “The Hitch”) at the bar, along with a paragraph reporting on it, gets a free autographed paperback of WEIT. Note: you have to show the bottle, too!