A relic from my adolescence. This used to be a little roadside restaurant - just behind it is Hwy. 20, once a main road into Hamilton, and pretty close to being the boundary of the known world. At least, the known world of my buddies and I. It's very close to Punchbowl Falls, an edge-of-the-world bicycling destination for 12-year-olds. At least, for 12-year-olds from my neighbourhood. Our bicycles, and rides like this, were our first forays into independence.

Too bad I can't remember what the place was called.