"How long will it be for a table?" asked my fellow adventurer.
"Five minutes." came the reply.
We exchanged perplexed glances. "Yeah, we'll wait." He told the ruder of the two.
In under three minutes, we were called to a table near the back, just by the washroom ̶d̶o̶o̶r̶s̶ curtains. The crew operated in undeniably strange ways.
I, on the other hand, had a penchant for eggs and requested the Tokyo Mazesoba with adjustments for mildness.
Service staff was generally friendly, though could not save me from limitations of my dying mobile device. Outlets were offered, but charging cables were sadly not.
The final hours of my Vancity stay were met with a failing battery, my second-last Uber ride, and a shared consensus that, while the city is smaller, neither food quality nor scenery is compromised.