North America has a love-affair with the parking lot. Given that drinking and driving is against the law, it makes me wonder why the pubs are required by law to have so many parking spaces.
I can't believe I'm in Chilliwack. This pub used to be a Smitty's House of Pancakes when I was a kid. Today it features only Molson Coors crap taps, with Rickard's Dark -- an English style porter brewed with a hint of maple syrup -- being the only decent beverage in the lineup.
I have a big forehead, don't I? Ridiculously big.
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