"Come enjoy me! You know you won't get the same treatment back home."
And that was an aspect I could not deny.
And while Lions Winter Ale is remembered as a formula I desperately wanted to love but could not, it didn't hinder me from purchasing a Mocha Porter for later enjoyment. It was an exclusive - what can I say?
Buses were rarely spotted within the paved pathways, though locating the terminal at the south side wasn't a particularly intrepid feat. I somehow arrived just in time to catch the 10 bus downtown, dropping off at Davie with the intention of heading into Yaletown.
It appeared as if they did not wish to discuss the details of their nitrogen ice cream assortment.
Along the way, I chanced across Vancity's one-and-only Starbucks Reserve bar and an unexpected bubble tea outpost at the transition tunnel between the Canada and Expo lines.
Instead of returning home right away, I continued my pilgrimage, bound south in the direction of homelessville (aka Chinatown).
Residing in Keefer Place, just seconds away from International Village and the infamous Abbott Street, was Hai Phong Kitchen. Easily undermined by its storefront, the eatery operated quickly while delivering quality. Seating was allocated towards one large table, a handful of two- and four-seaters, and a series of bar stools by the window. Menus stood by the cashier; a brightly illuminated kitchen could be spotted behind.
My takeout order of Grilled Marinated Pork Salad Roll (#7), Grilled Lemongrass Chicken Salad Roll (#8), Beef Ball Pho (#1), and Grilled Pork Skewer and Grilled Pork Patty with Vermicelli (#18) was compiled in under fifteen minutes. Neatly wrapped utensils and containers free of smears were wonderful touches. The same applied to their bathroom, a clean and spacious quarter (with a hook!).
Decently priced and absolutely delicious, I will not be hesitating to try Vietnamese cuisine the next time I find myself on the West Coast.