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Say it ain't so! A downtown Vancouver institution, The Cecil was home to one of the city's most legendary strip clubs (and the food wasn't bad either). The landmark 101 year old hotel, prior to being a "peeler bar" (yes, this is what Canadians call strip clubs), was the gathering place for many writers, artists, poets, musicians, and environmentalists back in the day. It is scheduled to be demolished as part of a larger neighbourhood redevelopment. Many entertaining Friday nights were had here with the boys during our college days. If I close my eyes, I can still smell the stale beer and cigarette smoke lingering in the air, and hear the chants of "Shower! Shower!" echoing off the walls, while the DJ asks, "Who wants to see one more dance?" I do...








I like mac 'n' cheese, and I like pizza, so this seemed to be a no brainer. Two minutes in the microwave later though, the "extreme pizza" tasted like "extreme garbage". Toss that.
Those table legs sticking out the back look potentially really painful..
On our way to the train station, our taxi driver (on the left) gets cut off and is stopped by a motorcycle. The biker comes over and accuses our driver of cutting him off a while back (which he didn't). It quickly escalates into a full fledged, in-your-face argument. Our guy wants to kick his ass, while the motorcycle rider nonchalantly gets on his phone and I guess is calling for backup or something. Meanwhile, a crowd is gathering, and we're thinking, "Great, here we go.." AND, we were gonna miss our bus. Eventually however, we were able to persuade the driver to get back in the car and continue on. Just another day in China..