dreaminghope | Italy, China and India in a single day

There's a European food warehouse down the street from us that is open to the public for a couple of hours each day. We bought some Czech and some German mustard. Russ will have to report back on their respective merits; I don't eat mustard.

You would think I would have had enough chocolate* in the past couple of months, but there's something about a box without any English on it that makes the contents seem even more delicious. We did resist picking any up this time, but I make no promises about next Saturday – the discounted brandy beans were singing quietly, and a little obscenely, to me. That's how brandy beans are.

Walking through Chinatown, I feel very tall. And very young.

We had fresh green onion pancakes for lunch, cut into greasy quarters and stuffed into a bag. The man at the counter seemed a little bemused by Russ' full knowledge of authentic Chinese food. I'm not sure many white people venture into his plain little storefront in the heart of Chinatown,** much ones that know red bean pancakes from chive and egg pies.

My dinner, many hours later, was in Little India.

tareija and

bob_lazar invited me out to all-you-can-eat vegetarian Indian food, which for me means all-you-can-eat naan bread and Chai tea, with some curry and rice on the side. I enjoy spicy food a lot more then I used to, but I am still a carb-lover first.

Multiculturalism may be challenging, but the benefits in food alone make it worth while.

*I won a year's worth of Purdy’s chocolate back near Christmas… that really does deserve its own post.

**Vancouver’s Chinatown isn't really a tourist destination like Victoria's or San Francisco's.