The Rhinoceros. Doesn’t it give you goose bumps thinking about the swanky restaurant just off Jefferson? Make a right on Riopelle where when you arrived, a valet attendant would open your door and park your car in an area of town that wasn’t the greatest — but you never had to worry about your vehicle.
Once inside, you could feel the energy of a pianist playing or the way the bartender would tend to your every need. Many times I was introduced to Norm Schwartz, the owner at the time. After I became a frequent visitor, he handed me my very own “Rhinoceros Card” (it entitled me to various discounts).
The era was the late ’80s, early ’90s — you dressed your best and dressed to impress at this small yet distinguished club/restaurant. I was in my late 20s, but would get the same treatment as those senior to me.
My favorite dish was the shrimp sandwich — always delivered to perfection. I enjoyed washing it down with a Fischer’s beer or a French 75 (cocktail).
One night, I noticed exquisite art on the walls and was informed it was available for sale. After copious amounts of Fischer’s, I had my eye on the prize. I still have that print hanging in my house. It makes me smile remembering times spent at a hidden gem.
— Brian Bobbie, Windsor, Ontario
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