Vancouver is…well…according to Douglas Coupland, a “City of Glass”, which is by and large true of its relatively young downtown core.
Vancouver, being my hometown, really isn’t anything. Rather, it has many things. One of them is a great, spacious, retro and (true to Vancouver’s so-called hippie culture) cafe off a characteristically eclectic Commercial Drive. It had a warm, fuzzy, community feel. It also had efficient, loud, and brisk staff. On the whole it titillated between being chaotic (with its families, babies, and traffic) and serene.
I discovered it one morning after biking across town and needed a second breakfast. That amazing breakfast was my much needed French Toast, with a rich strawberry (or was it raspberry?) maple syrup. The toast didn’t seem like much, but it was soft and warm, flavoured with egg and fat, but thankfully not so much as to feel gross. I tried to take a friend back to order that, and was told that it was a Saturday special. I didn’t even realize I had gone on a Saturday.