On the second day of the New Year, we flew to British Columbia to try snowboarding in Whistler, but there was no way we were going to land in Vancouver and not indulge in a few meals, and absorb whatever bits and pieces of the holidays were left. Like any place, the food scene always tells the story of the people who live or have lived there. I'm not sure if there is another place in the world where you could find both world-class dimsum and bannock within a few miles of one another. We tried to diversify what we ate, but even then, there's still so much left to try!
In many ways, it didn't feel like we were in an entirely different country. People spoke English, there were still a bazillion Asians (Chinese in particular), and the buildings looked about the same. But there were a few things that stuck out, like "boxing day," the weather, "whereabouts," ketchup chips, and the quintessential, "eh?"
