Inuit Sitcoms

Vancouver is ruling, except for the fucking two way traffic lights, trust me they suck. Steph and I had a food-tastic adventure in the northlands. Let's start with Tojo's, that cat cuts up some mean fish. He also must be as the cliche goes, laughing his way to the proverbial bank with the smug bill he serves up. We were into Tojo to the tune of $800. Emperor Tojo indeed. Saturday, more food. I'm effing stuffed yo! We had dinner with Steph's cousin Vic, at a restaurant called Bluewater. We had the "seafood tower" and this bastard was ridiculous with seafood. It was a virtual cornicopia of the sea. This was $138, and I'd like to point out that shrimp and cocktail sauce is not "fancy" and really is just a sign that the chef has given up. The best part was when I was being gauche by eating from the very top tier, which is where the fucking crab was mind you, I was scolded by the waiter and told that I was doing it wrong. I was also the guy who wears a t-shirt to a fancy dress restaurant. Ces't la vie. Our hotel, which Vic kindly provided for us had some interesting accoutremonts such as the Kama Sutra lube mixed in with the mini bar contents. Also, we thought the gigantic mirror next to the bed was a touch of class and elegance. I found the porn on TV to be a nice touch as well. If in Vancouver, never take the cable car to the top of whatever mountain it was that we rode on. Those fuckers fleeced us for $35 a piece. So not worth it.

Anyway, on the ride back to the States, we lost our Lychees at the border. Agricultural scoldings.

We had enough time to make a brief seattle apprearance. We were touristas at Pike Place. Being so over seafood and meat we opted for cheese. Good times were had by all.