Micah R.
Yelp
Location. Location. Location. This is one key. First, it's on one of the busiest pedestrian-focused street corners in Vancouver. So, simply by playing the numbers game, this place isn't going to roll snake eyes. Secondly, passport passers-by patrons would likely assume they're eating on the sacred grounds of Canadian history that would earn a penned postcard memory home.
The food is fine. You won't be sorry you ate here, even though you likely passed a dozen or so other options. But, the street corner amature Richie Sambora guitarist crooning everything from Bob Dylan and Kenny Rogers to Oasis and Beatles made it a good night to have a fun night, sitting outside, taking in Gastown, tourists, and enjoying the sounds, sights, and smells of summer.
Sure I had glorified spaghetti. It was fine. My wife had some sort of Gnocchi with stuff in it. She ate it. So, I assume it was fine. But, I don't think you care about what I ate, do you?
Look, you don't go to Water Street seeking Michelin Star cuisine. You're exploring Canadian history that Gassy Jack made possible. You got hungry and you fell onto this review. Hopefully, it backs your decision if you are on Water Street, overwhelmed with your choices. This place will do you just fine. Enjoy.