Feeling peckish after work, I walked to the neighbourhood burger joint for a late-night snack.
That would normally be an altogether unremarkable statement … except that in Calgary’s Kensington area, that would have been a lie not too long ago. (And on most days of the week, it still is.)
Non-pub/bar/club nighttime food options on Kensington Road and 10 St. N.W. were quite sparse until recently.
Five years ago, the only place open really late every day (until 4 a.m.) was a shawarma joint. A fried chicken restaurant and a take-out pizzeria were open somewhat late (usually until around midnight but later on busy nights).
In the last year or two, the submarine sandwich shop extended its hours until 4 a.m., too. The shawarma joint gained some competition down the street, also open until 4 a.m. daily.
The burger shop opened earlier this year, serving patties till midnight on most days but later on Friday and Saturday nights. The new poutine restaurant isn’t usually open late at all … and yet there it was open late tonight, selling gooey, cheesy, gravy-covered goodness to customers well past midnight. There looks to be a non-fried chicken restaurant set to open and I’m curious what their hours will be.
With new condos going up all over the area, it would be great to see even more late-night food option pop up.
Now, if only the coffee/tea shops would join in the fun …
Instinct sent my left hand diving into my pant pocket, seeking a cellphone that wasn’t there.
What time was it?
I wasn’t even sure what time zone we were in anymore.
It took another second or two to realize time didn’t matter. Not right now.
As my final night aboard Via Rail’s “The Canadian” drew to a close, about a dozen of us were enjoying a live show performed by musicians Scarlett Flynn and Kevin Howley in the economy class Skyline lounge car.
The train was rolling southward along the Thompson River valley on its way to Kamloops, B.C., having left Jasper, Alberta, that afternoon.
Backpackers exploring Canada, people moving to a new job or to school, or just your garden-variety commuters with time to spare (as was the case for me), together joining the musicians in song.
Forget about trying to find that magical atmosphere aboard a plane.
When the party broke up and we scattered back to our rooms and seats for the night, we were less than 12 hours from Vancouver.
Too bad, I thought. It would have been just fine if time stood still.