"What's next?" asked the sleepy polar bear, who had been ravenous enough to devour a mini KitKat from my bag while I browsed the gift shop.
I admitted that I didn't have a plan for the few hours to follow. The purpose was to explore the vicinity, obtaining sustenance wherever convenient.
Our steps led us past a number of eateries, none piquing my interest. With every stride southward, the sleepy polar bear urged for a decision to combat hangriness. Bistros with high Google Review ratings did not entice me, nor did the bustling crowds spotted within.
Its concept was akin to Assembly Chef's Hall, offering a range of various independent kiosks with a communal dining environment. The cuisine assortment included Indian, Vietnamese, burgers, tacos, pizza, local coffee, and beer on tap.
In contrast to my sheer delight, the sleepy polar bear griped about the facility being a "food court" without table service. Immediately retorting that table service equated to a slower meal, prolonged hunger, and reduction in exploration time, I also defended the establishment for its avant-garde presentation. Furthermore, neither of us would need to concede to the culinary wishes of the other. The Food Hall was, instinctively, the ideal choice for swift execution of a late lunch.
The $11.99 signature burger included two smashed Alberta Beef Patties, the typical burger constituents of lettuce, pickles, and cheese, and choice of "Yellow", "Red", or "White" sauce between a toasted potato roll. These colours would correspond to Dill and Mustard, Tomato, or Hi5 Ranch; I took to "Yellow", for dill and mustard sounded like an innovative combination.
Oh. I expressed, bewildered by the unexpected response.
But Cococo wasn't merely a producer of sustainable couverture, for along the perimeter we found truffles of various styles and even chocolate letters, similar to Nadège.
While I splurged, the sleepy polar bear simply observed my meticulous examination of the assortment, refraining from any purchases personally.
With a homeless man slowly meandering in our direction, I advised either quickening or halting our steps. Our opponent seemed to be swerving towards us, thus I acted quickly and dashed to the southeast corner of Macleod Trail and 15 Ave. Continuing along Macleod towards Notre Dame Rd would lead us to Rosso, along with a handful of homeless sightings.
As Notre Dame Rd bore no obvious signage, I had speedily trekked past, almost arriving at the Elbow River crossing before realizing my mistake. We retraced our steps and anxiously waited to cross westward, me making great attempts to ignore the displaced souls positioned before the Elbow River Casino entrance.
Unlike my progressive approach, which involved wiping down both my face and bag and mentally noting tips for next time, the sleepy polar bear angrily insisted that the driver had swerved to "intentionally" splash us.
"What difference would it make, intentional or not?" My brows furrowed in disbelief at the oddity of this declaration. "Would you have been fine with getting splashed if it was an accident?" I already knew the answer.
"No but -" The sentence was never finished. "Let's just go in and clean off."
While one of us moped and sat in silence, I wasted no time and maneuvered over to the menu.
- Lime green fire hydrants are used instead of the classic red with blue ring.
- Not all crossings have depressed curbs, but have depressed asphalt sections where precipitation pools; the issue intensifies as ploughing lacks thoroughness and often leads to ice formation and slushy sections, rendering them entirely inaccessible
- Areas of newer development have yellow tactile strips, though the strips are generally narrow and not as wide as in Ontario
- Cycling infrastructure has been implemented in several downtown sections, often next to boulevard on one side of road; two unidirectional lanes positioned side by side is an interesting choice indeed
- CTrain LRT sightings were certainly more frequent than the previous night
Descending down five levels of horrifically dizzying loops, we eventually landed back on 10 Avenue.