Oh, man.
I had received $15 and $10 dinner and breakfast credits to go along with my hotel room voucher. I had remembered that food in Vancouver is really good at even the cheapest looking places. (Don't even get me started on the Dim Sum in this town!)
There are two eating places on the hotel premises: The White Spot restaurant and Hudson's Landing pub. Since Hudson's is located outside of the hotel building, I thought I had better check with the hotel staff to be sure that the credit was good there. I was assured that it was, but that it couldn't be used to buy any alcohol. I told them that's fine, I don't drink.
I took a look at The White Spot and it looked like the most boring, run-of-the-mill restaurant so I walked out the door and across the street to Hudson's.
I don't know what I was thinking when I first saw Hudson's Landing Pub, but I was hoping for more exciting food and a well lit table to sit and read at.
I walked in, and there was a large open floor space; tiny, super-tall tables with really tall stools to sit at; a pool table in one corner. I pressed on and finally found more seating through a door in back, but it was like couches in front of a TV playing american football. The food did look more exciting: It was hot wing night! 45¢ a wing, 10 order minimum. But I wasn't sure I wanted to shoot out hot yoga fire on the plane, and there wasn't enough light to read by. I headed back to The White Spot.
The White Spot was a near perfect imitation of a Denny's, but practically without customers. After the server finally saw me, I asked her to make sure that they weren't closed already. She assured me it was fine to sit and eat, so I asked for a table.
I ended up ordering the double cheeseburger (in this case, double means it is one patty, slightly larger than a quarter of a pound. Huh, things are different outside of USA. More rational.) with their secret Triple "O" sauce. It also had a side of Poutine.
I had heard of Poutine only after a Canadian reporter had tricked President Bush after asking him what he thought of President Poutine instead of Putin. The Canadians got a big laugh out of that (but not as big as a laugh as when Bush sunk the American Dollar below the Canadian Dollar on the international market).
Poutine, for the uninitiated, is an order of fries covered in grated cheddar and swiss cheeses and then covered in gravy. Very hearty, and very delicious. And dang if that burger wasn't extremely competent as well. I guess Triple "O" sauce means a combination of a light mayo with a bit of catsup and pickle relish. Hurray for Canadian cooking.
I am about to finish packing and head to the airport. I expect the airport food to be really good as well.
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