Sure, Man Ray closed last summer, and we wept bitter, gothy tears. Where could the club kids dance to endless remixes of pop music? Where could the alienated swoop and dive to the Smiths and Peter Murphy? Where could the fetish crowd get publicly spanked (and get that discount at the door for wearing PVC)? The fetish crowd might still be waiting, but fans of Man Ray Saturdays can at least come to Toast now. The techno portion is gone, but the New Wave portion is here even if the crowd is a little more homogeneous. Toast is not as big or as daring as Man Ray but hopefully as the word gets out it'll pick up and the music will be even better. The bartenders are terrific here and there are red velvet couch/chair things to lounge upon and look tragic. Open until 2am; come shake your booty. Right on the 87 bus line, mostly permit parking only if you drive.