By Lindsay Tucker – Writer, Wanderer, Lover of Cheese
When winter super-storm Juno hit the East Coast, I was in British Columbia with my soon-to-be husband, at Whistler/Blackcomb, where we were experiencing record-high temps and some of the shittiest ski conditions the mountain has ever seen. We’d come for the snow (of which there was none) and when our Tuesday-morning flight back to Boston was canceled, it became clear that we were staying for the snow (that was coming down in buckets back home).
Rather than spend our last day–and what was left in our bank accounts–on overpriced resort food and lift tickets, we hopped a Wednesday morning shuttle bus from the mountain to Vancouver airport. From there, via a customer service rep, we were able to secure a hotel room and jump on a complimentary shuttle in less than 15 minutes. I think it’s important to note that I found better hotels at better rates on my booking apps (think Priceline and Hotels Tonight) but Alex had already handed over the credit card so off we were.
Lunch at the American Grille in Richmond isn’t worth mentioning. But dinner at the Flying Pig on Water Street in Gastown was worth its weight in gold. We took the recommendation of a bartender at Steamworks Brew Pub (see below) and man, were we glad we did! An open kitchen and exposed brick in the industrial-chic dining room–plus floor-to-ceiling windows looking out to the sparkling streets–meant the ambiance was perfect and the food was equally as beautiful. Don’t miss the crispy brussels sprouts and lobster-and-prawn risotto–or the perfectly pink skillet-roasted strip steak in a sweet brandy peppercorn sauce with crunchy pomme allumettes.