It was a shorts and flip-flops kind of night last summer at The Rumpus Room on Vancouver’s Main St. Looking out to the parking lot from my table full of friends I could see the crowded, flamingo laden patio (complete with putting green) and groups leaning against cars while they smoked and chatted each other up. It was the kind of night that people mixed easily, everyone was a friend while they were there and everything just felt right. It was an atmosphere I’d never experienced in a Vancouver bar before and I took a moment to appreciate it, knowing it was special and that those kinds of nights couldn’t be planned. They just happened, and wouldn’t last.Google+
The Rumpus Room: We hardly knew ya.
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