Warning, I may ramble a bit in this post...
I'm not as young as I used to be so I'm significantly less of a night owl so to speak compared to what I was in the 90s. That being said, I was quite familiar with our beloved Exchange District typically between the hours of 9:00 PM and 3:00 AM on the weekends where I frequented pretty much every popular establishment of the day as did many of you on this forum. The reason I bring this up is to provide some context for the rest of the post.
As a regular follower of this forum (even though I don't contribute much) I have been very aware and excited to hear about the rejuvenation of the Exchange District. I have read many posts discussing how night and day the difference is over the last few years and how exciting a place it is now. I've been reading that it still has a long way to go, but incrementally increases in businesses, additional residents on Waterfront and in many warehouse renovations, an explosion of restaurants and patios are all combining to increase the vibrancy of this neighbourhood to the point that its on the cusp of the "critical mass" needed to take it over the top. Obviously I'm paraphrasing and generalising quite a bit, but let's just say there is a lot of positivity in here regarding the current state of the Exchange.
Which brings me to the point of my post. Fast forward to this past Friday night. Like I said, I don't get out much anymore but I was at the Jets game and after the exciting win against the Wild I was feeling a little energetic. Me and the wife passed by the Shark Club for a bit to donate to True North's coffers, and at about 11:00 PM we decided to leave and extend the evening a bit longer. I will fast forward through my disappointing walk along Graham to Main Street, leisurely strolling north on Main to our world famous intersection, and continuing to the gateway to my old stomping grounds, McDermot and Rorie. I don't think anyone can dispute that while standing at that intersection, you are shoulder deep in "The Exchange".
More context, I looked at my watch and it was 11:20pm, the weather was beautiful, 15,000 people recently exiting the arena with a lot of those people looking to continue the night. No excuses as far as people being at the lake, people being busy with Christmas parties, no long weekends, nothing you could point to at all, THE PLACE WAS A GHOST TOWN! I'm talking zero activity, no pedestrians, no music, no cabs, no parked cars, nothing. I turned to my wife and I said "where the hell is everyone?". We continued our walk up Rorie, turned east on Bannatyne to our super duper "back-in diagonal parking experiment" and I literally counted 3 cars parked in the block between Rorie and Waterfront at 11:30 PM on a Friday night. No bars open, no activity, no music, empty parking lots, ghost town. Turned around, walked down to Main and Bannatyne and finally some life. Between Bannatyne and Portage on Main Street there was energy, but is that really "The Exchange"? By that time I was feeling old and we packed it in, jumped in our car and back to the suburbs. Before going home, I drove around the rest of the east exchange to north of the museum, Waterfront, even drove down the brand spanking new pedestrian friendly John Hirsh Place. Crossed to the west side of main and drove up and down those fantastic streets between Notre Dame and Market up to Princess and saw some life at the King's Head. Again, I don't think anyone can dispute that I saw "The Exchange" and aside from those two blocks on Main Street, I don't think I saw more than 10 people in that half hour.
Let's go back in time to say 1995/96, the good ol' days. Back then, our crew used to hit The Bank, Wiseguys, Norma Jean's/Roxies, Rolling Stone, cross Main to Planet X, dabble in the Wellington's/ King's Head scene, and hung out where Old Spaghetti Factory used to be (can't remember the name of that place). There were lineups at all of those places, people used to go club to club THROUGHOUT the night, and if you were driving (lots of us stupidly did back then) you couldn't find a parking spot within a few blocks of Bannatyne/Rorie. Those surface parking lots behind Wiseguys were packed and sometimes we had to park along ship Street (before there was a Waterfront Drive). Cabs were constantly circling, patios were pumping the tunes, live bands made the rounds, and there were always people on the street. Even when you went to Johnny G's after the bar for a bite until 3:00-3:30 there was still a presence in the neighborhood when you walked out. These are not my memories through rose-coloured glasses, these are facts that some of you my age can easily verify.
The point of this post is not to relive glory days or say my generation was better or anything like that. I was genuinely looking forward to a rare late night out hanging around my old stomping grounds and excited to see what the buzz was about with the Exchange's recent awesomeness. I was shocked to see the absolute flatline in vibrancy in that neighbourhood at 11:00-11:30 on a Friday night after a Jets game with beautiful weather and no reason not to be partying.
Was I in the twilight zone or did I experience a typical Friday night in Winnipeg's party centre? I'm not a grumpy old man (I don't think), but if people here think the Exchange is rockin' now they don't know what they're talking about. I recognize I might come across as whining or being a Debbie Downer or pissing on the excitement surrounding the area and that's not my intent. I'm genuinely curious if people actually think the Exchange as is is bordering on vibrant.