Paul Wilson: Crowbar Restaurant on Barton first stop after jail

Maybe you missed the story, an exclusive from the website HammerIn The News. It revealed that the venerable Crowbar restaurant, on Barton East across from the jail, was changing its name.

Farley Hammerton interviewed Barton Village BIA president Jerry Canelli, who welcomed the change. He said the old Crowbar name has been holding the area back: You have a restaurant that just screams hug-a-thug. That doesnt belong on trendy Barton Street.

Fortunately, while the stories at Hammer In The News are always entertaining, theyre never true. The Crowbar lives on.

We have noticed some changes there. Theres scaffolding up, and the old place is getting a new paint job. We really should stop in. But first, we need a little history.

Margaret Houghton, She Who Knows All at the librarys Local History and Archives department, rustles up the past for us. In the 1940s, it was a shoe store there at the corner of Barton and Elgin. In the 1950s, Gioias Restaurant. Bettes Lunch in the 1960s. Maries Lunch in the early 1970s.

In 1976, the Crowbar restaurant shows up for the first time in the Vernons city directory. Thats just about the time they were building the new Barton Street Hilton, to replace the old jail.

From Crowbar to cookies

The first proprietor linked to the Crowbar looks to be Albert Lenis. But he didnt stay long, went off to sell cookies for Voortmans.

The golden years began in 1980, when a guy from Nairobi named Jim Litt ran the Crowbar with wife Sally. Open 24 hours, green-vinyl booths, jukebox, great toasted westerns, $1.95 breakfast day or night.

The restaurant shared a name with a legendary Hamilton band, the one that scored a big hit in 1971 with Oh, What a Feeling. The Spectator interviewed Crowbar frontman Kelly Jay in 1985, and he had something to say about the landmark on Barton:

Its where all the roadies and all the cabbies and all the movers and shakers, people with mink coats and all the elite go. The food is really good, really cheap and Jims a groovy guy and everything is really cozy.

But by the mid 1990s, Jim was gone.

Time for us to stop by. We notice, on the way in ,that the sign now says the New Crowbar Restaurant.

Maria came young

The old booths are long gone. Behind the bar, there is a young woman named Maria Carvalho. She is 30 and came to Canada when she was 18.

Home was Sete Cidaades, a village on Portugals Azores, a cluster of islands 1,500 kilometres out into the Atlantic. Maria lived in a small stone house with her parents, her grandmother, her sisters and brother.

Maria went to school until she was 14. Then there was an accident. For an annual festival, the pig was roasted. The fat was moved to a large pot, which grandmother placed on the kitchen floor. Marias four-year-old sister tumbled into the scalding-hot fat.

Marias mother had to take the sister to Lisbon for treatment for half a year. And Maria had to quit school and look after the family.

Later she got a job as a bartender in the next town over. And in walked Tony Amaral. He was from there, but had started a new life in Hamilton. He told Maria things were good here.

So I thought, Im going to see if hes right. After all, she did like Tony. He sent her a plane ticket and she arrived here on Aug. 28, 2002.

No nonsense please

She and Tony now live in the North End, and have a son and a daughter. Tony is in construction. Maria used to do cleaning at night at the Royal Bank.

But six years ago, they took over the Crowbar. Maria already knew how to cook. She does big stews like they made at home. She already knew how to tend bar too. And, though young, she knew how to handle people.

Most of the customers are Portuguese, who order stew, or an espresso or a shot of Macieira brandy. But English people can come too, as long as they behave, Maria says. I dont want no fights, no drunks.

Every now and then, she says, somebody whos been doing time across the street comes through the door in prison orange. An escapee? Maria wasnt sure what to think.

One guy said to me, I just got out and I want to have a beer. Im sorry if I scared you.

Another who arrived wearing orange said he really didnt want to be walking around in that outfit. Sometimes the breweries drop off T-shirts, Maria says. So we gave him one that said Cool Beer. He said, Oh, thank you. It was nice.

Paul.Wilson@cbc.ca | @PaulWilsonCBC

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