I love my city, but it does have just a tiny little rep for being a bit of a no-fun town. I think it dates back to the ’60s when all those earnest Birkenstock-shod hippies arrived here, saw the mountains and trees and beaches, decided they were good, then recoiled at the glitzy neon of the city’s clubs and caberets, tsk-tsk’d, and pulled the plug on all that electric fun stuff. Really, how else did we go from being the neon capital of the world to granola-ville in such a few short years?
Anyway. I digress. Probably because of far too many 20th Century Cocktails at Pourhouse earlier tonight. (As Christopher Hitchens liked to say of martinis before he himself got far too earnest, they’re like breasts — one is too few and three are far too many.)
The point is, as of today, those of us who might be seeking a martini after a show or a late night deadline are finally being treated like the grownups we actually are. City council has just approved uniform liquor hours for restaurants that would mean later last calls in 80 per cent of the city’s eateries. The new liquor licences, which should go into effect in about two weeks, mean all Vancouver restaurants will be able to serve alcohol until 1 a.m. Sunday through Thursday and until 2 a.m. Fridays and Saturdays. True, about a fifth of restaurants will actually have to cut their hours back slightly, because of the mashup of bylaws, rules and regulations out there, but in general, this is a good thing for everyone.
I think we can all drink to that.