My friend Cat and I finally found PICA after getting lost. It was a terrifying experience (not really). We took the skytrain and then bussed, but the directions weren't that great, as they said "Go nine stops" once we got on the bus, instead of telling us the name of the stop to get off at (come on, Google, get it together). Now, I have a very small attention span, so I kept on forgetting to count the stops. I then had to estimate how many stops we had passed, so we ended up getting off about four stops too early. We had to walk about three kilometers before finding the entrance to Granville Island, where PICA is located. Of course, by this time, Cat and I were feeling like lost children in the Big Apple, even though we weren't really lost and weren't in New York. We were so proud of ourselves for having found our way there after the incident of getting off the bus too early. I felt like Indiana Jones.
So we got to Granville Island and paraded around for a while. We sat on the docks and rolled down a hill and climbed a set of stairs. It was a good time.
This is Cat, after we narrowly escaped an awkward encounter with a man who smelled a lot like skunk but it wasn't really skunk. You've got to love downtown!
We met our teacher at the doors to PICA and once everyone was assembled, we embarked on our journey to fill our stomachs. We sat down at our table with all my favourite people, and found a magnet and a pen on our place mats. Not only did PICA serve us lunch, but they gave us a pen and a magnet too! What lovely people!
A blonde lady in a fancy suit talked to us about the school for a bit, then she took us on a tour of the kitchens. We saw what the called 'The Chocolate Room' and Jackie almost had a heart attack from joy. At the end of the tour we got to walk through the actual kitchens, not just the hallways in between, and I felt like throwing up from all the overwhelming smells in there. There were so many different smells, and they were all so strong, and every time you'd take a couple of steps you'd get slammed right in the face with a new, even stronger smell. It was just too much for me. I was turned off being a cook forever right then and there. Even though I've never had the desire to be a chef before.
Then it was lunch!
First course was a chicken salad. The chicken was probably the most delicious chicken I've ever had in my short life of 17 years. The salad was a little lacking though, it definitely needed a lot more dressing.
Then came the main course: Steak and Fries. These were the best fries I've ever had in my life! I ended up eating Cat's too because she only likes the soggy MacDonald's fries (ew, right?).
There was a Bearnaise sauce on the steak and it was very good. The only thing I didn't eat was the mushrooms and the weird pale yellow carrot-looking vegetable.
The cheese in the tomato was really good, but for some reason the tomato tasted off.
This was the cake they made for us! She garnished it for us and we got to share the garnishes and we each got a piece of the cake. It was a three-layered cake with raspberry jam and chocolate in between each layer. It was really good. So good I just had a tiny little sliver and I was full of chocolate.
After that, it was time to go. Cat and I almost got lost again, but I used my expert sense of direction to get us on a bus that took us to Pacific Centre and we hopped on the skytrain home. It was a lot faster than the other bus would've taken us to get back.
All in all, it was a great day.
I highly recommend paying PICA a visit. They're food is awesome. Way better than mac 'n cheese.
come on, i havent been there for months but i still know that you have to take the skytrain to grainville and take a bus you get out the bus just after the bridge
ReplyDeleteHey you know how I am with directions
Deletehahaha, I was just joking, you are better with directions than me with english
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