we had both agreed that before we leave the old neighbourhood we would have one last dinner for awhile at the tipper. colin was his usual affable self. the food, as usual, was spot on. we've visited several times for brunch and any other excuse we could find to visit. it's a little out of the way at victoria and kingsway, but well worth the trip. we promise ourselves that we'll make the trip back.
we found this gem thanks to desk clerk rob at the days inn across the street. we were eager for an excuse to get out of the dreary and shabby room that was ours for the night. mcdonald's would have sufficed, but we preferred something a bit more upmarket. the tipper was the first place we shared a meal at upon our arrival vancouver. for me it was my first night back; for shaun, his first night ever. a lot of firsts and fond memories. colin is a pioneer in the neighbourhood, not the best area of the city. one of those up and coming areas. he is patiently biding his time, and garnering a loyal following of which we are two. as is deserved. you should go there. say hello for shaun and i.
on this visit i notice colin has an immaculate and gleaming ebike parked in the window of his restaurant. out of curiosity i ask about it–thinking it a raffle item or some such–and he tells me it for sale. it's his and no longer practical for his needs. of course i want it but i am in no position to consider owning it. everything is out of my reach financially these days. it's what's lending that extra tang of disappointment into my so-called new life.