Cambie General Store Bakery and Cafe

From the outside, the Cambie General Store Bakery and Cafe looked decent, if not downright cute. On a sunday afternoon as Gas Town was surprisingly dead, this was also the only place open for business as I was heading towards the seabus, so it was decided.

The Cambie Club, which the girl behind the counter said was the most popular, was nothing to write home about. The roll on which it came on was straight from Safeway or something equivalent, and the sandwich was bland and loosely assembled as the tomatoes and cucumbers kept falling out.

The service was also weak as my coffee was forgotten, and the soggy breadsticks sucked, and when asked to be retoasted a second time, the guy actually threatened my dining companion that it would be the last time he's doing this. No shit this would be the last time. Who would want to come back?

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