
Steveston is an ever-changing place. One week, Snow White, Prince Charming, and the Evil Queen are hanging on Moncton Street, and the next week the army comes to town.

Steveston is an ever-changing place. One week, Snow White, Prince Charming, and the Evil Queen are hanging on Moncton Street, and the next week the army comes to town.

Blustery days are meant for food adventuring. These adventures should ideally include: baked goods, sushi, more baked goods, coffee, and big jugs of maple syrup. We covered all of these yesterday (as well as several of Suzie’s chocolate truffles). Pats on back.

A lot of people have mega love for Mega Sushi. Gargantuan affection for this medium-sized Japanese restaurant on the edge of massive Garry Point Park. My friends Kyle and Sally agreed to join me there for dinner to see if we’d like it a little, or a lot.

There have been many times this year when I’ve thought “I can’t believe this is my job,” and yesterday afternoon was one of them.

I’ve ridden the bus between Brighouse and Steveston many times, and therefore I’ve passed Takeya Sushi many times. The other day, I finally decided to get off the bus and give it a try.

218 days in, I’m still finding many new places in Richmond, some of which have been under my nose the whole time. Take Empire Supermarket, for example, which is a part of the Empire Centre shopping plaza on No. 3 Road, an area I’m often in. I’d never even noticed the store before, but was only alerted to it the other day when I Googled “Richmond sushi.” The map indicated a little sushi supermarket within the store, so I decided to check it out.
I’m heading into that “end of December I-CRAVE-GREEN-VEGETABLES” phase, and doubt I’m the only one. The last few weeks have been filled with lavish meals, endless bottles of wine, and snacks cut from cookie dough or bars of chocolate. I’ve embraced this holiday season with open arms, but those arms now wish to wrap themselves around a giant head of kale.
I’ve decided today is The Day of the Christmas Tree. Over the weekend, I watched couples hauling a fresh tree home on their shoulders. It is the most quintessential and lovely of holiday sights.
I had dinner the other night at Torarenbo Japanese Restaurant, which is just a few doors down from Happy Date, on Park Road. The place lends itself well to solo dining – the interior is cozy and old-fashioned, there are plenty of small tables, and the service is friendly. There was a Japanese food show playing mutely on the wall, so as I waited for my food I watched two Japanese women walk through snow-covered orchards, and speak silently to me about winter apples.