Around Vancouver, lots of events are going on to get you in the holiday mood, provided the “holiday mood” means the heavy consumption of alcohol. I’m pretty sure that it does.
As we wheeled our way through the alley behind Waffle House, a crack whore was buying some rocks from a dealer. Nice. Oh New West, you never disappoint.
Trust me, it is worth feeling like a senior citizen to try Brioche.
You’ll never look at that shit-brown espresso the same way again.