Brew with a View

Before I go onto describing my first night in the Yukon let me wrap up my whirlwind tour of Vancouver.

So, I saved the best for last during my sprint around the city. It took a hot dog sales lady at Stanley Park to inform me that the reason I couldn't find any fish tacos in Vancouver was because there weren't any.

"Just because it's the West Coast doesn't mean we sell fish tacos like San Diego," she laughed. So since I wasn't likely to find my typical tilapia fare she encouraged me to discover a fisherman's wharf called Granville Island for other options.

"Chug a brew at Dockside for me," she chimed as I ran for another cab to rush me there.

By car I left the city limits by crossing over a soaring eight-lane bridge and circling around underneath huge trestles to find it. Walking all day had worked up a mighty big appetite so I had doubts I'd be on time for my last flight to the Yukon.

A big glowing sign hung from the bridge crossbeams welcoming me to the public market. There I found hundreds of permanent and temporary vendors selling an infinite variety of delicacies. I could have wandered the stalls picking at seafood all day here. Jammed with craft shops, artist galleries and studios, colorful warehouses and even a cement factory I had found market utopia.



Once a declining industrial site the place now boasts people-friendly venues while maintaining its faded luster. I never did find a vendor selling fish tacos but I scored nonetheless filling up on free tastings of Japanese eggplant, fresh boiled bagels and a plateful of stuffed pierogi topped with fried onions.

It's a good thing my flight was delayed by 30 minutes.