Wandering around Vancouver, BC is a bit like stepping into one of the many sci-fi shows filmed there. Things are familiar, but just a little bit off. It’s like the city is peppered with parallel universe versions of other places you’ve lived, visited, or seen on TV.
Suddenly you’re in a San Francisco where the Golden Gate Bridge is green and tiny grey whales frolic offshore. Or a version of Manhattan’s upper east side, but with marijuana dispensaries and plenty of street parking.
And no, I wasn’t kidding about the tiny grey whale. “Tiny” being a relative term. It swam around the English Bay / False Creek area for a while on Sunday, followed by people who had perhaps not considered how unpleasant boat engine noise must be for an underwater creature with exquisitely sensitive hearing.
Traveling (okay, and being cold and lazy) has made it harder to keep up with my “eat 25 different vegetables and fruits a week” challenge, but Vancouver made it easy to get back on the produce wagon. It may not be as warm and sunny as home, but they’ve got quite the network of urban and regional farms, supplying local and organic produce. And after getting a couple dishes from Nourish, I’ve decided you can’t go wrong eating at places with Marion Nestle quotes on the menu board.