For Memorial Day we headed up to Vancouver BC. We had lunch at Granville Island. I had the Snapper soup from a great place called The Stock Market and Heather had a very rich Chicken in a Pot Pie.

After lunch, we drove through Stanley Park and then headed to Chinatown, which is always a cool experience. Vancouver boasts the 2nd largest Chinatown in North America (behind San Fran) and the largest in Canada. When you are there, you are completely immersed in a different culture. The restaurants don’t even bother to print the menus in English. I love the fact I only have to drive a little over an hour to get there.

One time I took a couple of buddies from Texas into Chinatown. As we’re driving through the streets, we hear an awful screeching noise. One of my friends says with a Texas drawl thicker than sweet and sour sauce, “What are they doin, killin monkees?”

“No” I said, “Just killing stupid rednecks from Texas who come up here and make racist comments.”

Heather was able to buy some cool dishes at a Chinese cookware shop for the kitchen. Our dinner menu has been showing a lot of Asian influence as of late. This explains the Buddha belly I’ve been growing. For dinner we had Thai food at Sala Thai, one of the best Thai places in Vancouver. We scored big time in that they had sticky rice and mangos for dessert. I’m pretty sure it will be on the dessert list for God’s banquet in heaven.

An interesting tidbit: Chinese statues of the Buddha usually depict a guru whose appetite for enlightenment is outweighted only by his appetite for eggrolls. The Thai version of the Buddha is much skinnier and not nearly as addicted to Pad Thai as I am.

There is much more to do in Vancouver than just eat, but when you go there with a pregnant woman that tends to be what you focus on. She says she never reads the stuff I write here. I’m about to find out if she’s telling the truth.