“Two Windows” in Nelson, BC
The friends that we usually go to dim sim with have been away for a few weeks, so it was especially good to go out with them this morning. With the Pink Pearl now seemingly lost forever, we are on a mission to find our next favourite dim sum place. Our landlord, Chinese, strongly recommended Western Lake on Victoria at 34th, and so off we went.
It is an unprepossesing building, and not very large inside. But even as we got there, a whole gaggle of people were already crowding the tiny front door, either waiting their turn to collect a number from the desk or eagerly expecting to hear their number. We waited about half an hour — not like us really to be that patient — but we were well rewarded.
The Western Lake is too small for roving carts of food and so they use a menu ticket system, which is easy enough so long as you have a pretty good idea what it is you want. We didn’t notice anything special to the house on the menu but all the regular items were there and we had shu-mi, har-gao, squid, char sui bau, gai lan and a couple of other plates. Each was wonderful, and the individual portions were noticeably larger than many of the other places we’ve tried. The tea was great, the service was excellent, and what with all the catching up with each others’ lives, we had a fine old time there. $33 for four very satisfied appetites. Hard to beat.
Apart from us four, there were virtually no Caucasians in the place. It was packed with Chinese; always a good sign! As we were leaving, some of the people who had arrived just after us were only just being seated, but everyone seemed happy enough. They do take reservations and I would recommend that for the future. We will certainly be going back pretty soon, I am sure of that.
Postings have been few and far between for the last few days. I have been heads down in preparing a book — not the one I am publishing in February — but an even grander undertaking that I am aiming for next Christmas. It is one I began many years ago (intimately attached to the February book) and which, until I started to re-prepare it this week, I thought was rather further ahead in the grunt work than it actually is. Darn it!
Still, having to do the fiddly details of the research allows me to re-connect with the material once again. I will complain about the tedium over the next few weeks, but it will all be to the good in the end.
Hopefully I will get bored enough at least once a day to come here and post something different.
It has been interesting to watch the sudden surge of interest (here in the NYT, for example) in the $2 billion house/building that Indian billionaire Mukesh Ambani is constructing for himself in Mumbai. We covered the story way back in May 2008. I’ll stick with my assessment from then:
I believe one might question how one man has amassed $43 billion in assets. But, once the guy’s got it, I can’t think of any reason why he shouldn’t spend it any way he wants. Looking through the pictures, I don’t much care for this place but if he and his family enjoy it then good for him.
On Friday I wrote about how one year of retirement has changed work and sleeping habits; and this morning was a perfect example of what I was talking about.
I had arranged to have a 9:15 breakfast with local historian Bruce MacDonald to discuss the book I am preparing. Last night I decided to be safe and set the alarm clock for 7am. This was the first time I had set the alarm for a full year. My trusty timepiece exploded in my ear right on time — and I simply ignored it, for an hour or more. It was well past 8 by the time I forced myself out my warm cocoon, and 8:30 when I remembered that I was supposed to be out the door before 9!
Sheesh, talk about rushing around! Ain’t retirement grand!