Spring into the Victoria night life - with the Shark Club · Saturday April 25, 2009 by colin newell
When you are 19 to 34 years of age, it is commonplace to put on some tacky threads and hit the night life – to head to the other side of the tracks – to see how the other half lives…
And when you turn 35… Well…
There comes a time when you stop going out on the town…
Which is utter nonsense.
Now unless you have popped out 2 or 3 kids and have been lost at sea for the prime of your life, there are many great reasons to grab the car keys or the cab fare and seek out the gritty side of the downtown.
Example: I am coming up on my 5th century on the Planet Earth…
Duh. I mean… my 5th decade. Yea. That is what I meant.
And I have one very important reason to go out on a date night from time to time:
A much younger wife.
Oh. And the lack of kids.
The Shark Club (many locations in Victoria, Vancouver and the interior…) is custom made for a tasty and thirst quenching couple of hours on the town.
But you have to love at least one of these four things:
- Girls in short black dresses and revealing tops balancing trays of savory snacks and steins of local beer.
- Crowds of girls on the town in party dresses.
- Parched and beefy dudes in plaid shirts with a desire for cold beer and/or girls in party dresses.
- Loud and colorful sporting events on the High-definition flat-screen TVs (of which there are about 28 in each bar).
It is a fun place, really. The wait staff are sweet, mature and ultra professional and courteous. I have never seen an order of apps (we ordered calamari, ginger spicey beef and BBQ Chicken wings) and 2 pints of ale come to a table faster – it could not have been more than 5 minutes from order to delivery. The food at the Shark club is a click ahead of places like Boston Pizza and Earl’s – and the eye candy for both genders is mind numbing.
Alas, I only have eyes for one – and she always comes home with me.
So get out there… into the night. Because, it won’t bite.
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One of the reasons for being out last night was to watch Salmon Kings hockey (playing in Alaska) shown on the Shark Clubs impressive AV system of 28 HD monitors – except for one thing… the B2 Networks feed into the Shark club system rendered like a really bad You-tube video – actually making out any team members was zilch – the audio quality was funny too… Audience cheers and applause come through the speaker system as a “whistling monkey” sound.
The irony of this outing is: We could stay home with a bag of potato chips and a sack of beer for under $15 + $10 to watch the game on B2 Networks (probably in much better quality…) or go to the Shark club and spend $55 on Beer and three yummy appetizers – and all the people watching you can take in…
Hmmmm.
Still in favor of the Shark Club outing.
— Colin Apr 26, 12:58 pm #
This goes back to my comment on your post earlier – I felt so ‘old’ at the Commodore last time I went. I’m sure it had to do with the type of music we went to see…but still.
It hasn’t gotten me down. I want to try the nightlife in Victoria and compare it – which we haven’t done yet.
— Jabba Apr 27, 11:20 am #
My sister saw the Ramones at the Commordore in the early eighties… and almost took a blade from a biker bitch who shoved her…
Now, from where I am coming from, I would rather be saying… “Dang, I feel old here…” instead of “Aiiieee, I’ve got a shive in my belly! And I am dying!”
That is just me mind you.
— Colin Apr 27, 09:43 pm #
Speaking of feeling old, I just went to a Creedence Clearwater concert and dang, where did the time go. Lots of fun tho’.
— jeanie Apr 28, 02:05 pm #