After a spot of lingerie shopping with my fiancée, I was feeling understandably wonderful. Stopping short of walking straight out of the Pacific Centre, we stopped at Take 5 Cafe for a quick bite.
Having waiting in line for a couple of minutes, we made our order of a breakfast fajita for me and some Italian ham and cheese toastie for the good lady. Neither of us could understand what the assistant behind the till said but we were nonetheless entertained by the manner in which she punched our order into the computer. It was like watching a boxer practising on a speed ball.
Five minutes later, a man shouted "Order number 100!" and we picked up our food from the counter.
My fajita was promisingly hot on the outside - I could barely pick it up with my fingers - and horribly warm on the inside. Its ingredients were supposedly bacon, egg, green onions, cheese and tomato sauce. The only one I could taste was the tomato sauce and unfortunately, that was all concentrated into one measly spot of the innards of my fajita. I laboured through my meal, submitting to boredom and dolour with about one fifth of it left.
I also took a little bite of my poor fiancée's toastie. It wasn't at all Italian and, like my fajita, it had a lukewarm filling.
I would have felt ripped off had the price been 50 cents, so a $15 total for this crap should have been a case for the humanity courts.
The chair was very comfortable, but I would still strongly advise my fellow Vancouverites, as well as tourists, to pick one of the 86 Starbucks outlets that are within 5 kilometres of this place instead.