From Chowman on the Urban Diner Waiterforum. This will give you a bit of perspective on where I live and how immigrants adapt with creativity to our patented Canadian winters.
My favourite restaurant ice-clearing moment was at lunch today on Main Street. A cook was on his knees with a cleaver, hacking at the ice on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. After each series of several hacks, a staff member would step forward with a shovel. I love teamwork.
raincoaster 
I recallthere is revolving restaurant which i ate in when we were takjen around canada by pa Newmania .Is there no a busy quay as well. I doubt you can match me for the amoun of ethnic food whthin yards though.
Un soir d’hiver dans Chinatown, hein?
Haven’t been able to get that song out of my head for ages. P’raps I should take off my MP3 player.
newmania, once again you confirm my belief that English is a second language to you. Perhaps it is all the ethnic food?
Metro, perhaps you should upload the MP3 so that those of us who haven’t been fluent in twenty years could have a listen?
Would like to have a listen to that myself.
It looks very interesting and exciting where you live raincoaster. Sadly I cannot say the same, the only excitement is when the neighbours put their TV on so loud it makes mine redundant and I sit there imagining their natural but horrible demise.
Philipa, you don’t understand. To me, where you live is exotic. It is a matter of perspective: one of the many ethnic food and drink places around here is called the Blarney Stone.
I imagine I could download the song for free if I plugged it into Bittorrent’s search engine, but I’m just plain lazy.
Sorry R I `m not a typist and unless I take great care, in word ,disaster ensues.. I must look like a congenital idiot .
I only visited Vancouver , which is ,I would say the most spectacular setting for any city I `ve seen. My impressions of Canada whilst living there were that it was high on carnal and low on cultural. It suited me very well and I got on well with Canadians . Apart from anything else the sexually predatory nature of the women was commendable ,particularly if you were with a touring rugby team. likely to be gone next day. Attitude to drugs good .
Slight drawback was an unaccountable need to wander into an ugly carpark full of slate grey snow stare wildy at the endless nothing and scream “In gods name help me !”
But otherwise pretty good .
Love Pips comment , been there .
Did they sanitize the cleaver afterwards or go right back to cooking with it?
That’s what I want to know.
I’d love to link you up, but no dice. I’ll see what I can do about posting it on my homeplace tonight or so-ish.
Thankies, Metro. I’m dead lazy, as you know.
newmania, presumably London will also allow you to indulge your fetish for wandering carparks and screaming. Unless it’s near Parliament; then I’m sure it’s illegal. As for noisy neighbors’ tvs, I had that problem once, when I lived in a basement apartment. Solved it simply because the circuit breakers for the entire building were in my bedroom. Took me maybe fifteen minutes to figure out which one their tv was plugged into, and POOF, no more sleepus interruptus.
engtech, you don’t know our Chinatown. They probably went right back to chopping up the mystery meat with it. God only knows what they did with the shovel…
Got it. Took a while, but here you go.
Merci bien!
Very nice, Metro. Once I sober up I’ll stick it on Odeo so everyone who reads the blog can play it.
I hope so, as bloody fileloader or whatever they are seem to be having conniptions this morning.
I’m trying to pile the mp3 into my Shaw space, but I may have to create an HTML page to do it. Dafties.
Podcast here:
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