Foreshadowing a sunny afternoon was a mysterious blue cloak overlooking the Fraser River. Streaked with a breathtaking glimmer of pink, it very nearly emulated light at the end of the tunnel.
I took to another iteration of smitten kitchen's Banana Bread recipe, swapping out vanilla extract for 24 g of honey. Roasted peanuts were also incorporated into the mix, but ultimately discovered to be too big and not as suitable as walnuts.
Surrounding a sectioned plastic container were four small containers, plus miso soup. Pickles, ponzu sauce, and katsu sauce could be easily identified, but the element that truly struck me by surprise was the blend of coarsely ground black and white sesame seeds. Embodying a delicate crunch and a nutty, savoury aroma, this topping proved indispensible in broadening enjoyment levels.
Japanese short-grain rice and cabbage slaw assumed two of the three partitions; the highlight of the meal was positioned underneath - at the very centre of the tray.
I took in the overall appearance of bus shelter, as well as roof design and other features, while waiting. The logo-bearing curved shelter looked nice, wastebins were in close proximity, and a lamp post was positioned nearby for illumination come sundown.
Nearby was a distinctive "T" sign for transit, hoisted high for easy recognition, as well as the bus stop number beside it in bold lettering.
Further contributing to feelings of distaste was the time-based parking meter - as if the overall questionable area hadn't been enough.
The owner - or whom I presume to be the owner - was particularly grouchy, going as far to blatantly grimace at the small group that gathered at the sight of freshly-baked melonpan. It was clear that he enjoyed the publicity, but was simultaneously impatient towards indecisiveness and inconsiderate of customer needs.
"There are more coming out."
"Oh, how long will the wait be?"
"They're in the kitchen. I just need to bring them out."
"Great! I'll wait for those then."
He spun on his heel with a grunt and furrowed brow, revealing utmost unwillingness to serve the patrons before him.
- Matcha Tiramisu
- Mango Yuzu Dome
- Pikachu Melon Pan w/ Raspberry Jam filling
- Shiba Inu Melon Pan w/ Belgian Chocolate filling
- Sakura Mochi Matcha Melon Ban
- London Smog (London Fog + Hot Chocolate)
The shop attendant refused to provide us with plates for the melonpan(s), noting that paper bags was the usual method of packaging. While our intentions to dine in and share our items was crystal clear, plates were denied on the basis that he had "no one to wash dishes". Yet, oddly enough, the pastries had came on plates, albeit shoved and shifted from their serving boards rather aggressively.
Strictly speaking, the buns were average in all respects. Within the Pikachu Melon Pan was a tacky jam that I could have easily recreated, while Shiba Inu was a too-sweet composition of sugar-dusted sugar cookie topping and sugar-laden chocolate filling.
Not only were the buns an abomination to split and consume, fillings were also not inserted uniformly, leading certain pieces to contain only mochi, only matcha, or neither at all.
Speedily crafted, the beverage was velvety and almost mocha-like, until I arrived at the conclusion of its tea latte identity.
Admittedly, the chocolate overpowered the delicate Earl Grey, even though it was milky, sweet, and actually quite nice for the first couple sips. The beverage was, in fact, far too slick for my liking. Requesting hot water for dilution had the shop attendant slightly taken back. He followed through with my request anyway (and the water scalded instead of soothed.)