With a return flight slated for early evening, there was just enough time to prance about like a local before making our way to Stanfield once again.
I took to a solo expedition in search of a caffeinated pick-me-up, eventually arriving at one of Dalhousie's campus buildings. Along the way, souvenir shops were visited and horse-pulled carriages were spotted.
Apologizing and then bidding farewell, I trekked back to retrieve my wallet. At the same time, I did a quick search for potential lunch destinations. Dora-Q looked promising, and so the suggestion was thrown out for voting. The response was positive.
To a certain extent, the Halifax buses did not differ too greatly from Miway or TTC. The layout was similar, but the degree of cleanliness was far beyond my anticipation. There was no griminess to be spotted here, nor dust-incrusted seats. Moreover, the floor was spotless.
I later learned this to be a result of strictly enforcing unsealed beverages. Commuters were not spotted feasting mid-transit either.
The menu was extensive, albeit pricey for its worth. I had uncovered my Matcha Latte to find not a silky microfoam artpiece, but yellow-tinged foam assuming a depth of 1-2 cm. There were no lumps in the beverage, but in its place was an overall lack in intensity.
Netted decorations hung from the ceiling alongside light fixtures in the form of string-encased bulbs.
Bordering the seating area were shelves upon shelves of Japanese books. Spanning from language guides to children's novels to authentic manga, there was a little something for everyone. One patron, as we observed, took a small corner table and leisurely flipped through a Japanese comic while happily munching away.
There was also a street-level access from Brenton Street; at the foot of this staircase was a station where guests would return trays and separate trash. Dora-Q primarily operated on a self-serve basis, yet the tables remained clean and free of stickiness, unlike that of shopping centre food courts.
Bathrooms were located outside the restaurant in the mall.
The grab-and-go ice cream store had piqued my interest with its rotaing selection of flavours long before I had boarded the plane.