SEEN IN VANCOUVER #469 | The Unsung Brilliance Of Main Street’s “Hasty Market”

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by Douglas Haddow | A couple years ago I spent a month holed up inside a tiny apartment in a sleepy part of Tokyo with a sprained ankle and a vacant bank account. This experience taught me many things, like how to say, “Hey guy, can I bum a smoke?” in Japanese, and that Internet access is a greater necessity than clean tap water. But most importantly, it taught me the value of convenience. Specifically, how to survive exclusively off the products available at the Family Mart a half block away from the building I was staying in.

Convenience, from the Latin convenientia, meaning harmony, is a virtue of the modern world that is all too often dismissed or overlooked. This is not the case in Japan, which has a culture that values harmony above all else and has elevated the convenience store to be a temple of consumerism – an indispensable hub of activity that provides all of one’s daily necessities in an expedient manner at affordable cost, with plenty of single-serving sake bombs on the extra cheap.

In Canada, our convenience stores trend towards the superfluous. They prey on our weaknesses, their mainstay being discount cigarettes, repurposed meat and lottery tickets. As such, they are often seen as symbols of cultural decline, and for good reason.

There is no art or pride to them, and certainly no harmony in their business model. They aim for the gutter and wallow in the fact that the average Canadian is content to support their crude, third-rate offerings.

This, however, is not the case with Hasty Market, Vancouver’s unrivalled all-hours munchie mecca.

Located on the corner of 16th and Main, Hasty looks a typical independent East Van shop from the outside, but on the inside offers a wealth of selection that verges on the bizarre. Items of interest include: locally brewed root beer, British “crisps”, homemade samosas, organic teas, rare Dutch candies, gluten-free pasta, and every potato chip that Old Dutch has ever produced (even the evasive Au Gratin Rip-L), to name a few.

All of which come together to create a vibe that is somewhere between a neighbourhood delicatessen and the stargate scene from 2001: A Space Odyssey.

This monolithic selection of foodstuffs is superbly complimented by the shaman-like disposition of the store’s personnel, who are always standing by, calmly waiting to help you find something or answer questions like “Where are you eco-friendly quinoa chocolate bars?”

Alas, when it comes to convenience, Canada is still in the dark ages, but at least the lights are always on at Hasty Market.

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Screen-Shot-2013-10-02-at-11.55Douglas Haddow is a Main Street-based writer and the Associate Editor at Scout. His work has appeared in The Guardian, Adbusters, Vice, Colors, Slate, Hobo, and various online ice hockey forums. He has a BA in film studies from UBC, is a reluctant Calgary Flames supporter and likes to drink and argue.

3 Responses to “SEEN IN VANCOUVER #469 | The Unsung Brilliance Of Main Street’s “Hasty Market””

  1. DAN on October 17th, 2013 11:39 am

    Plus a great mural and one of the last phone booths on Main Street :)

  2. Peter on October 17th, 2013 2:58 pm

    …and the excitement of seeing the latest sign “alteration” to the “Nasty Market.”

  3. Craig on October 21st, 2013 11:06 am

    I lived behind the Hasty Mart for 5 years and can attest to its brilliance. The following story is the best example of how great it is.

    One night around 3 am after a particularly festive evening I was walking my dog in the neighbourhood when he happened upon a skunk and him being a dog he decided to go after it. I don’t think I need to explain what happened next. Thankfully the internet taught me that I could use a concoction of hydrogen peroxide, baking soda and dish soap. Great, except that of those ingredients, I only had dish soap.

    Here is where the Hasty Mart comes in. The wonderful night shift guy calmly pointed a drunken stinky me in the direction of all the ingredients I needed to clean up my dog. I’m not sure I could’ve walked into most other convenience stores at 3 am and procured those items.

    Long live the Hasty Mart.