First stop on our Saturday night  Montreal club romp, we rolled up to Rouge, the only spot on this jammin' street that didn't have a line streaming down the block. Should have been the first sign, but it was early so we gave it a go.\n\nNo cover charge was a plus and as we made our way up to the second floor to check out coats, our first glances were of a filled club of people, seemingly having a good time, kinds of getting into the groove. Could it be we struck gold on our first try?\n\nCoats checked quickly (only $1.50), we headed to the bar. Though our drinks came in the tiniest of glasses (think rocks glasses instead of collins glasses), they were only $13 for two. We would soon come to realize that this would be the highlight of the evening.\n\nFirst major problem: this club doesn't take credit cards! What kind of club doesn't take plastic? Maybe it was because we were American? Maybe the machines were down? (though I didn't notice any machine to begin with) In any event, when I attempted to hand my Mastercard over to the bartender, she waved her finger in my face (no!) and walked away.\n\nAfter settling the tab and taking a gander around the second floor, we knew right away this wasn't going to be the place for us. The club was kind of dingy, the crowd was less-than-appealing and the music was loud and terrible. Not ready to give up, we tried our luck on the first floor. As we walked out onto the dancefloor, the DJ starting spinning \"Whoomp There It Is' and the crowd went CRAZY like he just dropped that new Kayne track. Yep, it was time to go. On the way up to retrieve our coats, there was a wretched stench wafting out of the ladies room. I mean gut-churning, nose-pinching stink. Classy, Rouge, Classy.\n\nAfter doing a bit of research, I quickly learned that Rouge is a 25+ club geared towards the 'older' crowd who apparently used to frequent this other club Angel back in their more formidable years. Yikes. I'd like to chalk this one up to my big tourist mistake of the trip. Le sigh.