Lasseter’s Den on Commercial Drive and Broadway.
Nick’s Spaghetti House, next to the original York Theatre.
The Town Pump in Gastown, seems like yesterday.
The Bunkhouse on Davie and the Riverqueen.
Sure wish they could still be there.
On Smythe the Aristocratic’s veal cutlets for ninety cents and also on Granville. Mr. Mikes steaks for a buck nineteen.
The huge baked custard bowls at the White Lunch, hardly any new construction developments.
Now so much replaced with concrete conglomerates and ‘concrete progress’ that has replaced what once had been.The atmosphere was more original, often family run, original and lacking much of today's graphic pretense. I miss those magic downtown neon lights, downtown theatre row. In those times, towns and cities seemed to have their own unique atmosphere or essence. Back to how it used to be, some of us would prefer to go.
We miss the original Smitty’s Pancake House—with that whipped, warm butter—on Dunsmuir. I still remember living in the Eveleigh Hotel, close to Bentall Towers. Nothing fancy, mind you, but thirty-six dollars a month, truly a bargain, though of course, nothing like the Georgia or the Devonshire, for sure. So many fond memories the old Vancouver still empower.