On Sunday night, a cold night to be sure with a temperature of minus thirty-four, the writer and her consort decided to eat out. How about hot and sour soup at the local Chinese? Great way to warm up on a cold winter's night, don't you think? So off we went into the dark and cold.
It's a fairly short walk to the Gold Village Restaurant and to what, from the outside, appears to be a warm and cozy sort of place. We've eaten here previously and it was warm and cozy, though on that occasion it wasn't minus thirty-four. Turns out, its large cavernous size, and the fact that the building is over one hundred years old, makes for a rather drafty experience.
We ordered hot and sour soup and something called "ginger beef," which might have been neither. In hindsight, we should have taken the food home. We thought the food would warm us up and so stayed. In the background a television was on one of the Fairchild channels, in Mandarin, and we felt as if at home in Richmond BC.
How cold was it that night in the Gold Village Restaurant? Cold enough to put our down filled parkas and gloves back on.
The food got cold and so did we.
And it's not easy using chop sticks while wearing gloves.
In fact, it can be difficult to get anything to eat at all.
In the end we took the food home, opened a bottle of warming Australian shiraz and enjoyed the warmth of the Berton House.
Sherry's fortune cookie advised: You will surround yourself with warmth and riches.
Just not there. Just not then.