Last night, we went to dinner at a place many consider a Vancouver institution: Bishop’s Restaurant. It had been a year since my last visit and I was eager to see if it was still as great as I remember it. Our meal went something like this –
I followed by usual M.O. when it came to dessert. One for me, one for my guest, and one for the table…
I’ve yet to be disappointed in Bishop’s. Last night’s dinner reaffirmed it’s spot in my Vancouver Dining Top 10.
Today, we headed back downtown to finally check out the Art Gallery. Well, that was my intention anyway.
But first – lunch! Akemi had a hankering for sushi so…
After lunch we walked over to the Art Gallery – only to discover a line-up that stretched around the block! As we strolled by, I was distracted by a woman in a mini-skirt who inadvertently flashed me – causing me to walk into a pole (see yesterday’s blog re: my sense of looming foreboding. Maybe this was fate getting payback).
We skipped the Art Gallery and walked around, then headed over to Granville Island to check out an exhibition at the Emily Carr Center. Among the, uh, unique pieces on display: a dress that lights up when you blow into a special handheld device, two jackets sporting LED displays, another jacket that emits the sound of a barking dog when approached, and something called a tornado dress that required one aim a flashlight up through the bottom to trigger. After a full minute of crouching/flashing, passersby starting giving me strange looks and I decided to abandon the effort in favor of checking out the screening of a short experimental film. We sat in a darkened room and donned headphones. As the movie played, I was distracted by a late arrival, an annoying cellphone conversation, and hushed voices – that I quickly realized were part of the show. Or, at least I assumed they were part of the show because the woman behind me kept whispering into my ear, undaunted by the fact that I ignored her up until she got up and left – although her constant worrying about whether or not she’d remembered to turn the stove off led me to start worrying as well.
We stopped off to pick up some anime dvds, then headed back home where I phoned up mom while Akemi decided to make the most of her vacation – by doing some of the household chores. I told her to sit back and relax. The dogs told me to shut the fuck up and mind my own business.