(Well, if my backyard was really huge)
Yesterday, I got on the bus and took the long trip over the bridge to West Vancouver; Ambleside, to be exact. I walked the seawall, snapping a few pics as I went.
Once I reached Dundarave, my stomach was screaming at me, so I searched for the perfect lunnch spot. A small bakery-cafe, Bakehouse, grabbed my eye. I ordered fresh lemonade (it was real) and an HLTC sandwhich. The sandwhich arrived, a deceptively simple-looking creation with housemade white bread, grilled ham and the requisite lettuce tomato and cheese. I hate mushy white bread and I was so relieved when I bit into this and it tasted like the best homemade white bread I have ever had. Sometimes the simplest things are best. The lunch gave me enough energy to make the walk to Park Royal mall and from there I hopped back on the bus to Vancouver.
Being a Tuesday night and All, Rob and I met up at the Backstage lounge for a few beverages before continuing on home to a light dinner of smoked mackerel and cucumber salad and a tomato tart.