For locals this is no secret. NHL players from visiting teams can’t get enough of The Roxy and the hoards of puck bunnies lining up just so they can get a piece of an NHLer, married, in a relationship, puck bunnies don’t care. Just ask Patrick Kane, who definitely had one too many. Now it appears the “Roxy Flu” is reaching epidemic proportions amongst the NHL party elite. Here is a snippet from ESPN’s article “A Case of the Roxy Flu”.
The Roxy isn’t bottle service and menus infested with “tini” suffixes. It’s puck bunnies in tank tops and a cover band in front of exposed brick. Despite the grungy vibe — or perhaps because of it — this is a joint where a big shot like O’Brien feels at ease. “The crazy relationship between us and hockey was nothing that was contrived,” says Peter Martin, the Roxy’s manager and an employee since it opened 24 years ago. “It just sort of happened. It’s a good, safe bar to go to, and the players figured that out on their own 20 years ago.”
The Roxy isn’t bottle service and menus infested with “tini” suffixes. It’s puck bunnies in tank tops and a cover band in front of exposed brick.
The place is so renowned as a hockey haunt, and its impact the day after so deeply felt, that Vancouver natives coined the term “Roxy flu” to describe its effect. It can hit anyone, but visiting players who enjoy mixed company and mixed drinks are especially susceptible. “There have definitely been games when the Roxy effect has been a big factor,” Martin says.