A game plan was devised to obtain Poke Bowls from Poke Time and Garlic Bread from Spaghetei for lunch and commute home in time for lunch, all within the 1.5 hour transfer period. Strategic scheduling was involved, as was the checking of downtown bus routes.
SkyTrains serviced Waterfront Station along the Canada Line from two terminus stations: Richmond-Brighouse and YVR Airport, with the route splitting at Bridgeport station. Trains were quite frequent during weekday afternoons: each four-car vehicle pulled in at intervals of 4-5 minutes, enabling customers to reach their final destination - be it the airport or the downtown core, within a reasonable time frame.
The first stop of the day was Spaghetei. As mentioned previously, the Japanese-style spaghetti restaurant would be closing soon, and I knew I'd regret not tasting their Garlic Bread once more before my return to the East Coast. While en route, I made a quick call and placed my order.
Another sprint ensued after disembarking the bus. I bolted into and out of Spaghetti within record time, then ran across Robson to catch the next southbound Translink vehicle.
The Works was Poke Time's ultimate bowl: it included three choices of protein along with their entire selection of toppings and garnishing elements called "mixers". BC Salmon, Tuna, and Ahi Tuna were my selections, though shrimp and tofu were also readily available for the crustacean- and soybean-saavy. It should be noted that Ahi Tuna prompted an additional charge of one dollar.
Zen Bowl was a tad smaller than The Works but equally colourful and packed with delicious, good-for-you ingredients. I had been provided the option of adding crunchy toppings for the final touch; dried coconut shreds were chosen for the Zen Bowl and a mix of crispy garlic, shallots, and coconut for The Works.
The interior of the Robson location is grander than most others I've seen (with the exception of Vaughan). Checkered tiles, an abundance of seating, and plentiful natural light made for a pleasant sipping environment. Comparatively, the staff was lacking, leading a twinge of disappointment to appear in my heart.
Two members of staff should have been more than sufficient to maintain an empty store. Yet both girls were sloth-like and possessed poor English listening skills, leading to overall inefficiency.
The SkyTrain transfer at Bridgeport would have resulted in a missed bus, followed by a half hour wait for the next one. As the train pulled into my station, I took a deep breath, squeezed through the doors and bolted down the steps. My foot almost slipped, but safety was owed to the presence of the railing. I paddled down the steps at a speed which I had never known my body was capable, then sprinted around the corner as if my life depended on it.
The bus was there. There was no stopping now.
The duration of the entire trip, door-to-door/home-back-to-home, was just under two hours. The Garlic Bread had lost most of its warmth by the time I feebly pushed open the doors and collapsed onto the ground; nonetheless, the baguette slices remained as delectable as ever, and the crispiness was easily restored via toasting.
The Works was even better the Zen Bowl, brimming with chunks of salmon and tuna of unrivaled freshness. Each scoop exhibited a different sauce and ingredient pairing. It was a meal I didn't mind munching on again for dinner.