Ivan, Lil Dave and I woke up at 10 am on June 13, 2012. Ivan and I took showers and got ready. We walked a block away and caught the bus that was going downtown.
It was another rainy day (apparently a trend in Vancouver), but colder than yesterday. We walked to Vancouver Art Gallery to meet for the free tour run by Tour Guys. Our guide was a woman named Jessica. The tour stopped at many places like Sinclair Centre, Waterfront Station, Granville and Gas Town.
Granville Street was known for lots of neon signs during the 1940’s and 1950’s – they’re trying to bring the neon signs back to the street. Gas Town was named after a guy named Gassy Jack. Jessica asked how we thought Gassy Jack got his name. I thought it was because he farted a lot, but it turned out that he liked to talk a lot (gassy). The group stopped by the cool Steam Clock which isn’t actually powered by steam.
Our last stop was Blood Alley – So named not because of any murders or butchers or anything to do with blood-but purely because the planning officials thought it sounded cool! The tour was good and very informative. I would have enjoyed it better if the weather was better – also, the pictures would have looked better with a blue sky!!
Ivan and I were really hungry. We decided to go to the Old Spaghetti Factory. Lil Dave got a banana ziti. Ivan and I shared mussels, seafood spaghetti and a tomato and basil flatbread. The food was cheap and tasty….impressive considering we were in the heart of tourist Vancouver!
We walked around Granville. I found a cool antique shop called Salmagundi West. In their downstairs area, there’s a chest of drawers filled with cool little things like the smallest tarot cards, mustaches, sunglasses, puzzles and flip books.
Ivan thought we should check out Granville Island. Our tour guide talked about it and Ivan looked it up online and it’s a nice place to walk around.
We took the aquabus to Granville Island. We walked around Public Market checking out the stalls of fruits, cheese and jewelry.
I saw cherries stacked up in pyramids. I told Ivan they were just asking to get knocked down. I was really tempted to knock them down!
We walked around the island checking out the shops.
We checked out a toy store that had a special entrance just for me!
Ivan and I were getting tired from walking around. Ivan thought we should walk across the bridge to get back to the downtown area. The dumb thing is though, you have to walk all the way to the end of the bridge to get on it.
We exited Granville Island and took a detour to Go Fish to grab a snack. Ivan read that the salmon chowder is really good. Go Fish had run out of soup, which was actually a curry soup since the soup changes daily. Ivan and I shared a good tuna sandwich. Lil Dave was disappointed that the menu didn’t include any banana dishes – but I told him it was a seafood place….he said he understood, but was still disappointed.
We started walking to the end of the bridge and started walking towards downtown. We were back on Granville Street and I noticed The Morrissey Pub. Morrissey is my favorite singer. I took a picture of the pub. Ivan thought we should go and get a beer. We sat at the bar.
I figured the pub was just named after somebody with the last name Morrissey, but I noticed on the menu that there was a picture of Morrissey on it. On the back of the menu, there was a Smiths (the band Morrissey was in) song “There is a Light that Never Goes Out” on it. Ivan and I shared a nice Apricot beer. I wonder if Morrissey has visited this pub. I doubt he would like that The Morrissey burger has meat in it (he’s vegetarian).
It was time to head back, so we got on the bus.
Ivan and I chilled for awhile using the internet while watching tv.
We walked to El Barrio for dinner. Thank goodness that this restaurant is open until 11 pm since everything else nearby closes at 9:30 pm or earlier. There was a jazz band playing.
Ivan and I ordered guacamole, tortilla soup and a salmon burger. Ivan thought the jazz sounded experimental. Later, he thought they were just warming up since it was just a guy drumming and some weird noises. I thought we were being invaded by aliens. One of the band members came over to see if we wanted to give a donation for the music. Ivan said No right away. I was thinking of asking Is this music? It was just a horrible racket. Definitely the worst music I’ve heard. Ivan figured out that the band members were improvising but not in one key. The food was delicious, too bad the music wasn’t good at all.
We walked back to the house. I worked on the blog and Ivan used the internet.