The Diner at the Station didn't have normal bread.
It was full of seeds and such.
Sure, I like seeds and such... but srsly, I'm trying to eat a Ham sammich here. These seeds are freakin distracting.
Community was good growing up. Nice mix of good ol' rural Candian stereotypes.
About a decade ago the ski hill took off and we got an influx of Grinner and Torontonian neo-hippys. Things were never the same.