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It's Tuesday June the 20 around 10:15AM and

Hockey Desperation & Triple-O Sauce

Normally I avoid White Spot like the plague, but last night I was forced into its generic confines in order to watch the Stanley Cup final between Edmonton and Carolina. My lack of enthusiasm for this match-up meant that my friend and I left work late and couldn't get a seat in a real pub to save our lives. So there we were, stranded on the corner of Georgia and Seymour, when that damned chicken shone like a lighthouse in a storm.

In the end, it turned out to be a rather entertaining experience... We somehow managed to find a table right in front of the big screen TV, but the best part was the rather rowdy group of men at the table next to us. They were refugees from some kind of environmental conference, and during the commercial breaks we were delighted by their conversation, which ranged from mini-Blackberries to alternative energy. We also discovered that they had spent $120 on their breakfast, which meant they were particularly enamoured of the cheap beer and rib appetizer.

The faux-hippies (they were all wearing suits) went a long way to overcoming my strongest objection to White Spot - clearly it's not just a refuge for the old and family-laden. The place may need a key sporting event to enliven it a little, but as long as we can count on unruly conference attendees to show up, it's not a terrible place to watch a game. And did I mention that the beer was $9.99 a pitcher?

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Posted by: Lucas

June 22, 2006 01:44 AM

Hopefully the rowdy fans at White Spot did not threaten to burn down the city if the Oilers lost, like some of the drunken fans at your - meaning my, friendly neighbourbood Boston Pizza. Oilers fans are classy folks, aren't they? As for their threat, I think they were too bummed and tipsy to follow through with it. There's always next year, I guess. There's always next year.