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By the late 1930s everyone in Vancouver
recognized Nat. Wearing his trademark bow-tie he’d trade shop talk with his
suppliers or drop in at the local garage for gas and gossip. Checking on
sales at White Spot #1, Nat would stroll by the parked cars and share a word
or two with his guests. And what they told him he paid attention to: they
were tired of the Depression; they wanted to dress up and get away from it
all. But, with the exception of the fancy dining room at the Hotel
Vancouver, there was no place to go. |
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| White Spot Limited 2005 | Legal | Download the full White Spot history |