I order a chocolate chip Pazookie: a giant cookie, baked in a cast iron pan and served a la mode, and enjoy the cool evening air on the deck.
Reflecting on this evening of ‘dates’ and feeling the onset of a serious food coma, I’m charmed by this historic little city (fun fact: New Westminster was the original capital of British Columbia) and all of its culinary offerings.
This modern Mexican restaurant immediately makes a great first impression with its polished concrete floors, globed chandeliers and other handcrafted decor details.
I’m definitely starting to feel a little full at this point, but their made-to-order guacamole and house tortillas are irresistible, especially when paired with a classic margarita.
The first sip of the night is the Bagpipes in My Ferrari (Glenmorangie, Disaronno, smoke and oak bitters), a dangerously smooth, scotch-based cocktail, and the first bite is of a classic Margherita pizza.
Crispy gyoza, spicy agedashi tofu and all the usual suspects can be found on the menu, as well as extravagant hand rolls with all manner of decadent drizzles and garnishes.
Sipping on their last bottle of Kirin, I tuck into a relatively sedate, but still delicious, Hot Night Roll (crab meat and prawn tempura topped with spicy tuna and a creamy house sauce).
During the summer, Fridays on Front—an open-air market with food, music and licensing that allows you to stroll freely, local beer in hand—is a prime example of what makes this neighbourhood desirable.
Most of us are familiar with the task of deciding whether to pursue an ongoing relationship with a restaurant after only a few bites of a signature dish.