Next door to the Dominion Building, on the ground floor, facing Cambie Street, upstairs from where an early version of Scratch Records lived — where, according to legend, Nardwuar worked way back when — is Frannie’s, a venerable old sandwich spot that has not changed, we think, since forever almost. Run by a friendly duo, Frannie’s opens at the seemingly ungodly time of 6:30 every weekday morning, and closes at 4:30 in the afternoon.

The regulars are all there on their menu — the various customary sandwich concoctions and baked goods and soups and all that — and they also have curried beef and teriyaki chicken with rice. But the big thing for me is their breakfast.

When you order their bacon or sausage with eggs, hashbrowns, toast, and sliced tomatoes, Helen hauls out a hot plate and proceeds to cook your breakfast to order on a small skillet which, I don’t know about you, but to me is fascinating. Is it good? Yup. Everything is good at Frannie’s. No, really, and I’ve eaten almost everything there.

During all the big Woodwards construction, which is still going on but to a lesser degree, Frannie’s was overflowing with hardhat-wearing construction workers who would appear for breakfast, morning break time, lunch, and afternoon break time. And when the Ms. T’s building was burning down up on Pender by Homer, Frannie’s was overwhelmed with sandwich orders for the firefighters. With the neighbourhood “changing” and with more eating places popping up and around Frannie’s, I’d like to think that there is a healthy future for a small sandwich shop that is built on simplicity and sincerity, and has been around forever.

At one point Milo had company. Nyac, a survivor from the Exxon Valdez oil spill from 20 years ago used to float with Milo, but alas she died.