*triple o*
<-- does this look familiar to anyone? well i know it probably wouldn't, except to renee (and the few vancouver people who actually read this site).
let me introduce you simple folk to one of the elements that makes western canada so beautiful. triple o sauce. yes, the secret sauce, and all its compadres, have now made a home in the basement of pacific place. it's heavenly. just ask derek. he once dared to doubt, but now he is a firmly converted born-again-into-the knowledge-of-triple-o believer.
i must make an amendment here however. not ALL the compadres made it through the immigration gates. like all other transplanted franchises, the white spot here in hong kong is not like it's original in canada. they do not have a full menu, which distinctly lacks many of the desserts and fountain items and most importantly, the pirate boat. and, like many new franchises in hong kong, it sells it wares at exorbitant prices. $32 for a milkshake!! i mean, REALLY. just because it's hand-dipped doesn't mean it has to cost a hand... but nonetheless, it is a little bit of home. i doubt i will be able to fork out another $58 for a meal there anytime soon, but just knowing it's there, the westcoast joy being spread around (even for insane amounts of money) for all unknowing expats to enjoy, is comforting enough.
and while we were sitting there eating (more like relishing), derek and i noted the amusingly obvious ways to tell an abc from a cbc.
an abc: carries attitude, pride, swagger, and copious amounts of bling while trash talkin like there's no tomorrow.
a cbc: wears practical clothing of the mec/teva variety with tapered pant legs, clean-cut, distinct lack of bling bling, and makes proper use of the english language.
and then there are, of course, the locals. how can you tell the locals, you ask? "what is der tippo oh??"
<-- does this look familiar to anyone? well i know it probably wouldn't, except to renee (and the few vancouver people who actually read this site).
let me introduce you simple folk to one of the elements that makes western canada so beautiful. triple o sauce. yes, the secret sauce, and all its compadres, have now made a home in the basement of pacific place. it's heavenly. just ask derek. he once dared to doubt, but now he is a firmly converted born-again-into-the knowledge-of-triple-o believer.
i must make an amendment here however. not ALL the compadres made it through the immigration gates. like all other transplanted franchises, the white spot here in hong kong is not like it's original in canada. they do not have a full menu, which distinctly lacks many of the desserts and fountain items and most importantly, the pirate boat. and, like many new franchises in hong kong, it sells it wares at exorbitant prices. $32 for a milkshake!! i mean, REALLY. just because it's hand-dipped doesn't mean it has to cost a hand... but nonetheless, it is a little bit of home. i doubt i will be able to fork out another $58 for a meal there anytime soon, but just knowing it's there, the westcoast joy being spread around (even for insane amounts of money) for all unknowing expats to enjoy, is comforting enough.
and while we were sitting there eating (more like relishing), derek and i noted the amusingly obvious ways to tell an abc from a cbc.
an abc: carries attitude, pride, swagger, and copious amounts of bling while trash talkin like there's no tomorrow.
a cbc: wears practical clothing of the mec/teva variety with tapered pant legs, clean-cut, distinct lack of bling bling, and makes proper use of the english language.
and then there are, of course, the locals. how can you tell the locals, you ask? "what is der tippo oh??"
posted by jana* at 11:59 PM
