The Thai ahgase was initially hesitant, for space seemed too limited for good sushi - a reasonable impression given the statistics of similarly furnished Toronto eateries.
Separate sections would speak to the "Specials": Special Vegan Oshi, Special Aburi Oshi, and Chef Special Sushi Roll. Oshi sushi varieties remained consistent in their six-piece presentation, while each maki order would comprise of eight rolls.
Our selections were presented in takeout containers: plastic, lid-less trays for the sushi and a lined paper box for the salad.
The Thai ahgase took to munching on her neatly arranged array upon its delivery, expressing enthusiasm at its flavourful properties and substantial presence. My own tray bore glossy sections of torched salmon oshi topped with razor-thin jalapeno slices. Contrary to my expectations, they were rather small portions, and composed of an exorbitant rice-to-fish ratio. That said, each was extremely buttery - soft enough to disintegrate with attempts at segregation. Albeit tasty and economic for aburi, its overall impression was, personally, quite satiating.
Most notable were the slices of sweetened, dehydrated lemon slices topping the synthesis; they offered a phenomenal accent: crispiness and zestiness that would refresh the palate with every nibble.
A ponzu dressing was contained on the side. Rarely do I sample salad dressing, but my curiosity was piqued this time. The dark solution was light and refreshing, bearing an adequate amount of sodium for umami and sweetness/acidity offset.
I took my remaining salad home, along with a fresh pair of splinter-free wooden chopsticks. Oh BC, you always do food right.
Between Science World and the elevated tracks, one could sneak a peak of the mountains while gazing north. We had no intentions of entering the sphere though, and continued southbound along Quebec Street until reaching Earnest Ice Cream.
The ice cream parlour was in the midst of renovations, with the counter and cashier situated in different parts of the store. While its layout was a tad confusing, service was amicable and accommodating. Customer flow never seemed to cease, yet we were not rushed to sample, remit payment, or take our scoops outdoors for devouring.
Across MEC was a bus stop that would take us to Olympic Village station. There, we would transfer to Canada Line once again and alight at Aberdeen.
A Red Bean Ice has also been requested, but emerged inferior to Cattle Café. Large chunks of ice, as opposed to finely crushed fragments, rested atop inadequately sweet bean paste. The beverage was cold and milky, as it should be, but retained minimal red bean essence for contentment.