BLUE MOON FLYINGSWAN

Back in the days when fish were plentiful, two immigrants made their way from a faraway tumultuous land to Canada. Both husband and wife were unsure, yet hopeful, that this new country would provide a safe haven for their family. With few resources beyond their work ethic and the strength of their relationship, they sought work. They found themselves in a small cafe called the Span Grill located on west Fourth Avenue... Together, they worked to provide home-cooked meals, donuts, cigars, and cigarettes (this was long before any Health Canada warnings!) to the many busy fishermen, blackened-faced drivers transporting coal, and other local workers. Some of the well-received meals that they prepared in those days were: beef stew, cabbage rolls, liver, and pork chops... In those early days when flower children roamed Fourth Avenue, the cafe had a little wood burning furnace, booths, a huge water-filled steel cooler for soda bottles, and a U-shaped counter with bar stools. The two toiled..