Having grown up in Abbotsford myself, I can say from experience that a night at Towne Cinema Centre was quite the ordeal.
As the date-night mecca for Abbotsford’s teen population, Towne Cinema was the place where our parents still had to drop us off because it was too far to walk, where waiting for friends to show up was spent analyzing the encased posters outside, and once inside, the musky smell meant you had made it. Was that real velvet rope, does anyone know? The carpeted floors were as thick and tacky as velour tracksuits and must have been horrendous to vacuum.