The ensemble would be completed with my Ars x Coco baseball cap. But even after roughly twenty minutes of frustration, I was unable to locate it. (It wasn't until the end of the day that I finally spotted it, tucked away in the backseat cupholder of the sleepy polar bear's vehicle, under the declaration that it had been a "Blue Jays" hat left by a different passenger. THE NERVE!!!)
Stopping at the Canon booth, I spotted an entity all too reminiscent of Rainforest Café's mascot, Cha Cha Tree Frog. It was not him, though the similarities had me set on winning the tote. When it came to our turn to spin the wheel, we, unfortunately (in my eyes anyway), both emerged with seeds as part of an eco initiative. I grimaced while the sleepy polar bear stuffed the seeds away in the backpack of ever-augmenting weight.
It was also at this booth that we spotted an owl! - living, breathing, and attached to its trainer.
The first bite scalded me, prompting me to drop the piece back into the box while frantically reaching for water. We proceeded to munch on the palm-sized pieces while remaining the lineup for Ryu's Noodle Bar.
As in previous years, one lineup was formed for order placement, while the other for pickup. The latter was noticeably slower than the former, but both lines totalled under thirty minutes.
"Then put it down on the table." I responded, matter-of-factly. There was honestly no reason for a single-person task to be undertaken by two brains.
When we were called up to the pickup station, the staff member pointed to the tempura bits. "This is tenkasu." she informed us.
"Which is it for?" I inquired further, for she had not pointed to a dish in particular.
She pointed to the yakisoba.
At this point, another question had surfaced. "Do you have bonito flakes?" I pointed to the takoyaki.
"That is tenkasu." She dodged the question, so I asked again. "I think it is fine." came the follow-up response.
"They don't have it." was our silent collective conclusion.
The Yakisoba, on the other hand, was scrumptious. Exceptionally greasy though, I could barely stifle a few bites before my mind conjured up an image of cold, refreshing beer. Strips of benishoga enabled a few more mouthfuls before the raising of the white flag, er napkin.
- Full-sized bottles could not be sold to consumers, (supposedly) according to law; and
- My luck could be tried at the "exclusives" LCBO store at Hwy 7 and Woodbine (mistakenly referred to as "Hwy 7 and Warden" before my confirmation/correction of the lady's information)
The Blue Hawaii edition from the Osaka stall was far too sugary for my liking. That said, the chunky slivers of ice supplied better textural variance.