I’ve very recently joined the ranks of those living North of Fourth, though Rob likes to point out that I am only just inside the western edge of the ‘hood. Maybe someday when I’m finally done school, I will be able to live with the beautiful people around Cornwall and Yew. A library student can dream, right? Anyway, I’m thrilled to be in the new place with my lovely roommate and I’m ready to eat/drink/shop my way through a whole new part of Kits.
Moving on…it turns out there is no correlation between my proximity to a bus stop and my tardiness. After missing all three busses at my conveniently located new bus stop (4th and Alma), I glanced across the street at Muffin Break. I thought a muffin would be just the ticket for what was sure to be a long wait in the rain. Wow. It tasted like a fluffy cloud with delicious pockets of chocolate chip precipitation. This weather metaphor did not work as well as I imagined, but I think you get the idea. A delicious muffin for $1.75, and the lady referred to me as “Love.” All I had to do was cross the street into Point Grey. I’m sold.
