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> Monday, September 26th, 2011 > Lifestyles > I found my home away from home – literally I found my home away from home – literally Maisha Francis-Garner Interrobang Click here to read more Interrobang articles written by Maisha Francis-Garner Published: Monday, September 26th, 2011 This past Sunday was supposed to be the most exciting night of my life. Why? Because an artist by the name of Gyptian was supposed to be performing at Club Large, a place where anyone who loves reggae and dancehall music goes. I, a young woman fresh off the boat from the island of Barbados, was ready and willing to see this heartthrob, but guess what? He didn't show. Yup, $25 down the drain – what a waste! But because I have amazing friends, my Sunday night did not end up like every other Sunday night (which consist of sleeping): I was introduced to The Morrissey House. It doesn't sound too exciting, and I am sure you would walk by this place without even noticing it, but I'm telling you: if you ever decide you want a place to unwind, this is the place to go. The Morrissey House is located in the heart of downtown at 359 Dundas St. It is very easy to miss, but I am positive if you visit this gem once, you will forever be tempted to say hello at least once or twice a week. The atmosphere is cozy and laid back. I felt comfortable taking off my shoes, enjoying the awesome music, chatting away, having a couple of beers and spending hours just doing NOTHING – now that's what I call a Sunday. The service was amazing, too; I've never felt so well taken care of. That being said, the servers didn't hover – remember, this place isn't supposed to make you feel like you're in a fast food joint, you're there to put your feet up and relax. I give this place my approval and you can be certain I will be there almost every Sunday in my pajamas, drinking beer and doing my homework (well, maybe not homework, but you get the point).
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