Where the Cross Roads are
I think I’ve been living under a rock because I was agape on Friday evening when I ventured two blocks from work and saw that the Fairchild Plaza was in shambles: the McDonald’s was missing, Seattle’s Best Coffee was closed, and RBC had gone through a white-wash and looked like a ghost-building. Two days later, gates had been erected and upon them hung demolition notices. This is when I do mental rundown of the shops who are out of business or will be sequestered –
* Daimasu at which the dancing group had several late-night sushi dinners in addition to it being the site of my birthday lunch a year ago with the Long-Lost Love (LLL),
* 1/2 Price Computer Books, that I never visited but it’s there,
* Mak’s Noodle House, where they had outrageous prices… for Chinese standards,
* iCafe, the hip Hong Kong-style diner where LLL and I had dined (separately),
* two Chinese boutiques where I never managed to buy anything, and
* and a number of other stores in the plaza I never knew about having never taken the time for a proper stroll.
….but the McDonald’s! I liked having the big ole golden arches there, even if “training” is the excuse I hide behind to not frequent it.
In its place – what else – a condominum set: Crossroads. If you read this summary article (which cross the limit for how many times you can use the word “crossroads” in a piece), you might be as sold as the next person as to how Broadway and Cambie is the very dead center of this city while being a fabulous neighbourhood.
I already knew that from living here for the past year.
Broadway and Cambie is analogous to Quinpool Road back home – an eating district with an electic offering, and hence heterogeneous and slightly unaesthetic signage. It’s not quite as hip as Kits or Spring Garden Road, Halifax. Besides, Spring Garden people thought they were too cool for their own good…. LLL lived near down-to-earth Quinpool so it was fitting to be able to show him the Vancouver equivalent. I loved the variety that existed at that intersection but things in this city change and everyone loves it. In a way, I’m getting used to this city in that aside from jotting down here what used to exist, I will probably soon forget about the past and embrace and ooh and aah over the pretty, shiny glass building, too.