Achieving the distinction of neighbourhood watering hole is a tricky thing. On Friday night, Camp 4 (1173 Dundas St. W.) was packed to the well-appointed rafters with beautiful people hugging the bar or migrating with drunk grins from table to table, and well on its way to earning the elusive moniker (they take their literal moniker from a campground in Yosemite.) Spend a night here, and you’ll understand why. Or do like us, and spend two. Only open a few weeks, the place is already becoming a go-to in the neighbourhood. This weekend, we spent a ridiculous Friday knocking back Molson Stock Ale, talking about Woody Allen’s penis, and squinting drunkenly at the fun facts etched on art pieces hung over the long wooden benches. We were back on Saturday, stopping in for a quick post-midnight drink before rambling down Ossington. The true mark of a great local? You’d rather be drinking there than your house, and you want to stop in even if you have to end up elsewhere. On any given night, it brings together a great assortment of people, for birthday parties, out-of-town catch-ups, or just a drunk evening of early summer revelry. A comfortable, warm space that feels thought out but not overwrought, a staff of friendly and hard-working bartenders, (on both nights, I was asked twice if I’d been taken care of, never waited too long for a drink, and the place was mobbed), cheap drinks, and classy alternatives. Good seating, but room to stand. The folks at Camp4 have managed to create a space that instantly feels like your favourite place to spend a Friday night. So stop by, and stay awhile.