I mean at the Richmond Night Market. Richmond is a suburb of Vancouver noted for flatness, Chinese-ness, and the airport. I gather night markets are a big deal in the great Asian cities, so why not Richmond?
It’s in big parking lot in an empty corner near the airport, traversed by the Canada-Line elevated tracks.
There are lots of retail establishments, mostly selling cheap-n-cheerful junk; the main attraction was the food: Cheap and cheerful, yes, but not junk at all.
The people who cook and sell it, they work hard.
I had some chicken and beef barbecue sticks, Lauren had squid-in-a-cup with loads of garlic, the little girl had cinnamon mini-bagels and a mango smoothie. We wanted to get “Rotatoes”, fried potatoes that have been wrapped round a stick in a spiral, but the line-up was just intractable.
Everything we ate was good. We got there not long after then 7PM opening time and the crowd quickly grew dense.
Every time I saw the lady in the strawberry outfit she was smiling and I had to smile too.
There she is in the crowd, in among the Rotato-lover throng.
Let’s just aim the camera up a little bit.
I’m glad we went once; will we go back? I don’t know, they need three times the space for the number of people that go. The food is good, the prices cheap, but the line-ups are brutal. Maybe toward closing time when the crowds have died down?