So this place was the breakfast venue.The choice, as ever was one of almost pure chance.
As we struck out of Stanley Park ( named after a guy called Stanley believe it or not!) The three Amigo's happened upon some sculpture. I forget the name of the piece but it was based on aviation. It bore all the hallmarks of one of those balsa wood model planes with the elastic band as the motor. It had been carved up so as to not resemble such a child's toy too much But the main ingredients were there. Just as the brain can rebuild badly spelt words so that you can understand the meaning of a sentence I think this applies to sculpture also. There was enough of a pattern in the design for me to be able to pick out give away signs, Wheels and a propeller really.
The park is separated from Downtown Vancouver by a small lake called the Lost Lagoon. It was not really lost as it has been there a long time really but it was once connected to the harbour. Once across a small spit of land we were in the Devonian Harbour Park where we chanced upon the sculpture. The venue for our needy breakfast hadn't been decided at this point.
To aid with the decision and because we wanted to go somewhere nice, my Sister in law consulted an app on her trusty iPhone. It named a good few places but they were a fair walking distance from our current position. We came to a compromise, we would make our way to the restaurant at the top of the iPhone list and if anything caught our eye on the way we would stop in there instead.
I was not for walking much further! I wanted Coffee and I wanted it now! As we crossed an intersection it was noted by the hungrier members of the trio that there were signs of civilised life and we started up the street.
My sister in law helped by doing that thing that only women seem to be able to do. Ask directions. It is a failing my children have noticed in me on several occasions. It is better to miss certain events or get there embarrassingly late because asking for directions was really TOO difficult!
It reminded me of an occasion in New York once ( note to self :- when did I get all globetrotter? Get me!), my brothers trouble and strife stopped a random guy in the street and just outright asked where was good to eat.
" I am on my way to just such a place" or words to that effect were his reply "Follow me". For a Man like myself brought up believing the USA was all an episode from Kojack/Hill Street Blues/ Starsky and Hutch (delete as appropriate)I felt this was an invitation to a starring role in the latest slasher movie.
However this guy took us to the really good, small, intimate and frankly groovy bistro. We had a great meal and at the end of his meal the fella came over to check we had enjoyed it!
Can you imagine trying that in London? You would get pointed to the van selling dodgy Doner Kebabs behind Tesco's!
Anyway we were informed that it was all good around this part of town. The decision to stop in the Wild Garlic Bistro was taken largely because it was the busiest. It either had lousy service or good breakfast and as it turned out good breakfast.
I felt calmer with restorative coffee to hand and chose the garlic omelette. I forget what the other two had. Actually I do remember one of the other two ordered something unusual for breakfast.
Whilst waiting for our order the sister in law looked around and wondered out loud if this was a major part of the gay community in this part of town. I looked up from my coffee and noticed that there were in fact NO women in the restaurant other than the waitress and my sister in law! and the waitress had taken a definate liking to my sister in law.
So much culture all in one morning.
Try this link to see what I ate that morning
It was good. Yay!
Once suitably replete we wended our way between all the modern skyscrapers until we happened upon our hotel. There were only hours to go so we had a quick lurk in each others rooms then I headed for the shower.
Next stop the wedding.
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