Busing The Bay: Home Cooking and Restaurants

I am extremely lucky to be married to a woman who loves to cook, and covers the spectrum from breakfast, brunch, lunch, snacks, supper, dinner, late night snacks and let us not forget, desserts! Cookies, cakes, pies, squares, fudge, she does it all.  Whether it’s -40 C or +40 C, Velma enjoys her time in the kitchen.

So, poor me, we don’t go out to eat often.

When we do decide to go out, it requires skilful negotiating.

How hungry are we? Are we ordering our own meal or sharing? A frequent occurrence that can alter where we end up.

If sharing, what can we agree on? The answer often ends up “I don’t care, what do you want”. No happily married man should assume he gets to choose!

If separate meals, and there are leftovers, who carries them around all night? The one who had leftovers or the one who ate all their food but will probably eat the leftovers?

We have yet to find our most often mentioned restaurant in Vallarta, a place called, “I Don’t Know, Where Do You Want To Go”, so we are constantly on the alert as we bus the city for potential gastronomical delights.

Our first lead on a restaurant (Chinese) was from FB. It turned out our Centro bus stopped a few blocks away from Feng Sui on Calle San Salvador in the 5 De Diciembre neighbourhood. We were pleased to discover it was not a buffet place and we ordered a couple of dishes to share. Both were great with distinct flavors. Many of our previous Chinese food visits have resulted in an “it all tasted the same” experience and never warranted a return. Being Canadian, I hate to say anything negative but, jalapeños do not enhance Chinese food.

We ordered two different dishes and an appetizer on our second visit. Once again, the food was delicious with distinct flavors, spices and sauces.

I offer no recommendations on what you should try. I believe the food will be an experience of flavors, live a little, order what you like. If great food isn’t enough of a reason to try this place, they do not have a liquor license but allow you to bring your own beer or wine.

Woe is us though, a “Life’s not fair moment” occurred on our journey home.

I was selected to carry the leftover food home. The food was wrapped and packed and I was vigilant that the bag not tip and no sauce would spill.

An A/C bus pulled up and we easily hopped on (extra slide out step), paid our exact fare and settled down beside each other with the bag of food secured on the floor. The A/C was set to 20 C so we removed our hats and settled down for the thirty-five minute ride home. Many times I held on to our bag due to road conditions but finally, there we were. Our stop. I grabbed our bag and exited by the front (extra slide out step, I wasn’t taking any chances with the food).

My wife quickly followed and as the bus pulled away she asked where my hat was? It was on the bus, the same place as hers!

The food made it home safely and I had two meals with the leftovers.

Now of course, we have to buy new hats. I wonder where?

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Bruce Howells
Bruce es un canadiense jubilado, que junto con su esposa Velma, tomó una "mulligan" en la vida y escapó del frío de Canadá y se instaló en Vallartazona. Cumpliendo un retirosueño de no conducir más, Bruce utilizará transportatio públicon para recorrer la bahía y contar sus historias aquí. Consejos e itinerarios bienvenidos. Correo electrónico: busbanderasbay