Like A Teapot

Canada Day. In early evening, I could not decide where to go. I had a number of locations in mind. As usual, decision was made after I entered the car and made a few turns. As it happened, I went back to the pub found last month to satisfy my curiosity. I knew of a Canada Day celebration with firework being held in a park not far from the pub. So I thought I would check out the pub first and make up my mind on site whether to dine in or not. I was a bit wary of pub food, for fear that it was not worthwhile.

Since the news of firework could easily excite a few people, I also worried about traffic and parking around that park, which I had never been to. In fact, I chose to go there this evening because I had been considering a visit for a while. It so happened that the city opted to celebrate national day there this year. Another good reason for me to stop at the pub first is that, to avoid the tortuous usual route through city center to the park, I would take a detour that is more expedient utilizing a new high-way parallel to the river and bypassing to the pub.

I arrived at the pub just before the sun set. At the parking lot I approached a woman who just walked out and asked about the food. She said it was good. I thanked her and lingered outside for a little while. Behind the pub is where the Pitt River meets the Fraser River. I took a few pictures with intense self-consciousness, aware that people on the patio were looking. I finally decided to go in. No posted specials of day in sight, I asked to see the menu and discovered to my great delight that they serve quite a variety of food, even including Asian cuisines.

While I was checking the menu, wonderful music filled my ears. It was unbelievable - first The Cars, then the Pet Shop Boys, all my favourite songs. I instantly decided to dine there. But I had to wait a little bit. So I surveyed the place and went to the restroom. Even in there my heart was filled with joy that was brought by the music. When I came out, four or five waitresses were gathering around the counter waiting for orders from the kitchen. One of them approached me and asked if I was ordering take-out. I told her that I would like to sit outside and that my first order would be steamed clams.