My memory of The Red Light is skewed, because it is a bar and I was drinking. We were actually looking for the Communist's Daughter, round Dundas and Ossington, when we walked in one night not too far back but too far back to give a specific date. We made the mistake because it might not have had text on it's blackish possibly read awning, we didn't see any anyway. Maybe it was November. The place had me at hello is this the Communist's daughter.
I believe it had some square exposed wood cafe appropriate tables in the window and along the wall on the left side of the narrow front section of the place. On the right of this narrow front section stood a bar with no stools and a curved edge. It was wood too, varnished maybe, it was dark I don't know. It had a grove of tap-levers, most notably St. Ambroise Oatmeal stoat. I had a couple of those at least, among other things.
On the way to the back section stood a juke box that only had 90s hip-hop and 80's stadium rock, I think we plated a Coolio, orange permeated its plastic side panelling.
Back:
It was lit by two lamps with yellow lamp shades. One immediately to your left upon entering and the other in the far right corner where two couches met their backs against the wall. On the left side of the room were a couple of round wooden tables with wooden chairs, three at each. Couch one sat on the right side of the far wall right arm meeting meeting the couch two's left. In the void between the couches one and two rose the table that supported the lamp. Couch one is floral valour that embraces your behind allowing you to sink in when you sit down. Couch two belongs in a movie theatre, red valour the colour of valor. A table for drinks stands at attention in front of both couched doting on its patrons.
