bosman's

having just written an essay for my program at b-list canadian university on the role of space in subculture identity formation, i reckon it'd be silly of me not to acknowledge the role this mediocre looking vancouver motor inn has played in the identity of the haiku crew...

i was first introduced to this place in 1999 when i worked at a nearby hotel... my coworkers and i used to repair to the lounge here after our shifts for a quick round of drinks. i took such a liking to its dank, moody interiors that i have successfully introduced it to pretty much my entire roster of friends. complete with bookcases, gi-normous backlit photograph of the vancouver skyline circa 1971, framed reboot posters, and a painting of monica lewinski on black velvet, the side car lounge is nothing short of a vancouver cultural institution. you never know who or what you are going to find when you walk into this place... the dilettante and the debutante recently encountered a porn shoot here. and speaking of the fucking dilettante, this is also the scene of the crime where he and the puss met before their now legendary casual encounter in april that still has the kids of main street talking...

mayhaps we will bask in the glow of monica's smile sometime soon?