first in over a month

The cleanse is dead.  Long live the cleanse?

Well, maybe some good habits live on, or so I hope.  But on the heels of the cleanse, it's time off in Vancouver, and while I have been out on foot a lot,

and while I have been trying to maintain the intermittent fasting, I've also enjoyed some adult beverages for the first time in over a month.

Friday I savoured a trio of karaage chicken tacos at Miso Taco,

a new place that has replaced The Union in our old neighbourhood here.  Tasty, filling.  No cocktail or other drink than water to wash it down.  Dinner time?  A vesper for me. 

First of the trip (as of last night, I've had two).  First drink in over a month.  It was nicely done.  We had dinner with my sister on the patio of the club, sharing some samosas to start

and a chocolate dessert to finish

while I kept the black cod to myself. 

So, yes, some beverages being enjoyed this weekend (and I'll post more, for sure), but once we're back home, it will be rather more disciplined, I promise.

best meal in Scotland?

Given the rise of food truck culture in the past decade or so, it's perhaps not surprising that the best thing I ate in Glasgow was from one such place.  The VIP area of the TRNSMT festival that Allison and I attended on the Friday had a number of establishments offering some interesting things (if only the bar options had been a little more creative), but what drew us both was the Fish and Frites truck.

Yes, the name is kind of too cute, but come on:  haddock and chips!  Haddock is such great fish for frying up, and I can promise that what we had was piping hot, flaky and moist, and in a light and crisp batter.  Plus, the frites were terrific!

Allison and I practically inhaled our meal - we were rather hungry by that point and had been on the go a whole lot (with many more steps to come!)

- and then went off in search of beverage.  Cider for me, beer for her, and a bit of relaxing before the headliners, Pulp, came on.

It's kind of fitting that the best food of the trip was at the event that was such a highlight of my too-short time over there.

magic number

Isn't it just sweet serendipity when you land on certain numbers?

Not nearly enough steps, but better than zero.  By, oh, about 10,000!