Tattered and torn, it's probably been here 50 years or more. It's one of three in British Columbia…read more Back east you couldn't throw a rock without hitting a Smittys.
Yep the building has seen better days. It could be cleaner and there is a dingy scent to the place. We did find plenty of seating and it was comfortable enough. After a while, you get used to the atmosphere and focus on friends and food.
THE FOOD: I really enjoyed their Meatlover's Skillet with the ham, bacon, sausage and back bacon. Mrs. E. said her strawberry crepes were a good choice, too. Our friend, Diane, ordered the Spinach and Swiss omelette which was as good as my skillet. Her pompous husband, Jim, braved the steak and eggs, which he ate all by himself. No sharing. He has some weird phobia by which people can't touch or taste each other's food. He reminds me of bass player John Entwistle from The Who. While everyone on stage is destroying instruments with each other, he's off in the corner, over-protectively clutching his guitar, guarding it from harm. Okay, maybe that's a bad example. We love you, Jim.
The Smittys people were fantastic! Like a big happy family. Ever since I started putting creme in my coffee, it has to be a certain colour for me to enjoy it. Every time they top off my cup, it screws up the colour. Point is, that's great service.
I'm hoping they spruce the joint up a bit. Maybe build a new one?
I'm looking forward to our next trip thru. BTW, If you're headed up to Smitty's, call Jim and Diane Lobianco to join in. You'll see what I mean. 09/22