Steer clear of the food, trust me. Patrons aid in forming the burger patties, and the bartenders piece the menu together behind the bar in a kitchen the size of the one in your uncle’s Winnebago. The salad bar is next to the swill bucket, yikes. The soup de jour is on a bowl-to-bowl basis. Double yikes.

Come midnight, the bartenders rock the jukebox with music trivia with free beer prizes. Brush up on your knowledge of Gary Glitter albums and you’ll be drinking for free. More importantly, he or she who can name the Jackson 5 will win the ovation of the eclectic swarm of brooding misfits that have given Kitsilano some coolness hope. - C.L