Let the Carleton Tavern die a dignified death
There's no need to rebuild the tavern with high-quality anything when the area gets redeveloped.
By Brigitte Pellerin, Ottawa Citizen
Published Feb 20, 2026 | Last updated 1 day ago
At the risk of overwhelming you with get-off-my-lawn energy, I refuse to let the Carleton Tavern get “reimagined” without protest.
The area on Parkdale Avenue between Oxford and Armstrong Streets is being turned into a 38-storey mixed-use building and as part of the exercise the developer, Taggart, needs to destroy the old tavern for reasons having to do with age, general decrepitude, and also Father Time having done his job rather well on this particular corner of Hintonburg.
A consultant report said they will rebuild the tavern “using high-quality stone and masonry to restore its familiar presence on Parkdale Avenue.”
Uh, no thank you. If I wanted high-quality stone or masonry or furniture or grub, I wouldn’t go to the Carleton. When I go to the Carleton — and yes, I do sometimes go to the Carleton — it is precisely for the tavern ambience. Which ain’t high-quality anything.
I am old enough to remember when taverns didn’t accept women. I don’t know if that was as prevalent a custom here as it was in Quebec City where I grew up. In the taverns of my misspent youth, there was a salt shaker on each table because the beer was so bland you had to add flavour to it. And you never ordered just one beer. They always came in two. Food was … whatever rancid peanuts the owner felt his customers deserved.
People went to the tavern to socialize with like-minded folks and to drink cheap salted swill. Today we’ve evolved far enough to have food that’s solidly mediocre and very tolerable beer. In the interest of full disclosure, I should say that I have not ventured very far into the Carleton food menu because I eat a clean, high-protein diet, but I certainly enjoy the CT Pilsner they sell at exceedingly reasonable prices. Like $11.99 for a personal pitcher, which is perfect for a casual evening with friends followed by a bike ride or walk home like the responsible tavern-goer I am.
What I especially enjoy about establishments like the Carleton is that nobody there gives a hoot about the fact that I’m wearing my favourite writing hoodie, the one that has a few holes in the sleeves because I wear it so often and refuse to throw it out.
If I went to a fine establishment with high-quality masonry, my attire would earn me a few side eyes. At the Carleton, I look better than the furniture. This is priceless.
“The new Tavern will re-establish the prominent corner facade, while the northern portion, originally a simple stucco volume with limited openings, will be reimagined as a contemporary extension,” the developer’s report continues. “This allows for improved activation, increased transparency, and opportunities for public art consistent with the artistic expression historically found on the block.”
First of all, what the heck does any of this mean? What in tarnation is improved activation? It doesn’t say tavern at all, not even the heavily reimagined kind.
The building that houses the Carleton was built in the late 1890s and has served as a watering hole for nearly a century after a few years housing a general store. It’s time to let it go.
I am sad to lose such a historic institution. But I want to remember it for what it was, not some reimagined hipster version of it.
Let the Carleton Tavern die a dignified death.
Brigitte Pellerin (they/them) is an Ottawa writer.
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