When I was child and I visited Vancouver, my Grandmother would take me to Chinatown. I had no idea that – at the time – the place might have been considered a bit dodgy to take a child to. She didn’t drive, so we’d take the bus and I remember crammed little stores, and shops selling strange things. I really didn’t know where it located, I followed her and we arrived. But now it is in our backyard.
My grandfather came to visit and check out the joint, but as he doesn’t drive anymore, we picked him up and took him back to Burnaby. He was absolutely fascinated the activity on the water, and relieved that he still recognized the area despite the many changes and years that had passed.
Emile’s immune system finally collapsed and the virus has got in – so as we returned home after our visit, he told me he wanted wonton soup to soothe his aching body. I, on the other hand, was feeling nauseated and queasy from a terrible back seat car journey where I thought it would be a good idea to start to write one of these Daily EOs on my phone.
I directed Emile to Chinatown and we found ourselves on Pender Street. Emile pulled over and ran in to get the wonton soup he wanted. I waited patiently until I saw a bakery across the street. Surely a bun or pastry would settle my stomach.
October 14th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Sweet Custard Steam Buns. How could my grandmother take me to Chinatown and not feed me this delicacy? I must truly be the miserable rotten kid she always said I was. All this time, I thought she was joking.