everyday is d. day

assertiveness is good for the soul

i just discovered a comment on a fairly recent post of mine. colleen i am so in, however slow on the uptake. funny with even this much time on my hand i am letting things go by. all in a day's not working.

still in holiday mode and flying solo i went to a local for dinner and to cry into a martini. it's just that special time of the month and that's what i do. could be suffering a bit from holiday withdrawal.

i ordered a steak sandwich and had a bit of a debate with the server as to how to have it done. from experience i know that it is better to err on the underdone to avoid the almost inevitable overcooking. so of course when it arrived a few shades darker and tougher than it should have been i was not all that amused. the server who had so graciously served me had vaporized and a new one had materialized in her place.  she had offered to have it redone, but i'd lost my appetite by then so she took it away. when she presented me with my bill i told her i was not going to pay for the meal. i said to her that it clearly stated on my bill how it was to be done and it wasn't done that way. she pulled a bit of a face and told me that eaten food couldn't be refunded. i replied that i had eaten two bites of it, and she saw it because she had taken it away. the manager agreed and the offending meal was removed from my bill. now the reason i feel vindicated is because i have paid for untold many a bad dinner and even tipped for the insult. i guess i've hit the wall, finally. should have had the chicken or just stuck to the martinis. they were marvy.

farewell tipper, for now

we had both agreed that before we leave the old neighbourhood we would have one last dinner for awhile at the tipper. colin was his usual affable self.  the food, as usual, was spot on. we've visited several times for brunch and any other excuse we could find to visit. it's a little out of the way at victoria and kingsway, but well worth the trip. we promise ourselves that we'll make the trip back.

we found this gem thanks to desk clerk rob at the days inn across the street. we were eager for an excuse to get out of the dreary and shabby room that was ours for the night. mcdonald's would have sufficed, but we preferred something a bit more upmarket. the tipper was the first place we shared a meal at upon our arrival vancouver. for me it was my first night back; for shaun, his first night ever. a lot of firsts and fond memories. colin is a pioneer in the neighbourhood, not the best area of the city. one of those up and coming areas.  he is patiently biding his time, and garnering a loyal following of which we are two. as is deserved. you should go there. say hello for shaun and i.

on this visit i notice colin has an immaculate and gleaming ebike parked in the window of his restaurant. out of curiosity i ask about it--thinking it a raffle item or some such--and he tells me it for sale. it's his and no longer practical for his needs. of course i want it but i am in no position to consider owning it. everything is out of my reach financially these days. it's what's lending that extra tang of disappointment into my so-called new life.