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It's Monday December the 5 around 11:09PM and

So Vancouver: Landing in Steam

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Could the following scenario still happen in any other major city? Your friend leaves a pack of cigarettes on the outside patio at Steamworks, returns to the table, and when he goes out for his next cigarette - 30 minutes later, they are still there! With his lighter too. Okay, it's a Monday. Whatever. But still, that is pretty amazing, since you can't walk a block in that area with out somebody bumming smokes.

But seriously. Steamworks is kind of a tiresome place. If you've ever wondered why the posting is so crazy at The Vancouverite, it's because we work occasionally for the man and we just moved offices spitting distance from this Vancouver institution. It's only been three weeks. We've already grown tired of this infernal place. It's not that it is really a bad place - there is technically nothing wrong with it, but aren't brew pubs and pizza over? Our bad, but this is one of those places that is so easy to just not like passionately one way or the other.

Maybe we're Steamworks agnostic. Maybe we're tired of that scene. And it's a shame too, since The Landing, built between the Great Fire and WWI in 1905 (yum, that's a centenial kids), is surely one of the best buildings in the city.

UPDATE: And if only we could have seen where any of the up to 400 Non-Partisan Association (NPA) volunteers were hiding tonight as reported by Public Eye Online. It must have been in some secret lair because the place was dead. Maybe they we're out back getting some , er, junk for Sammy?

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