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Marys Veggie Burger with tatertots (from Marys on Davie Street 🏳️‍🌈🍔), Vancouver BC

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3k words Read here or on AO3 Content Notes: Set in Canada. Features nonbinary Light & a touch of hurt/comfort. A standalone set in the Nantes Extended Universe (hand me your hand etc.) In which L entirely forgets that Christmas Eve is a romantic holiday in Japan and therefore might mean something to his partner, Light, an international student from Kanto. Light throws a bit of a fit; L scrambles to find a suitable date.

It was clear that Light wanted something, but L could not sort out what it was. Xie had been following him around their apartment all day, close as a cat and just as underfoot.

He had tried asking outright — they were nineteen and twenty respectively, and therefore old enough to hash things out like adults. It was to no avail. All he’s gotten in return was a noncommittal murmur. Apparently part of what Light wanted was for L to figure out xir desires on his own.

And so, bereft of any other option, L had decided the only thing to do was to exercise patience.

It was nearly six PM and he was busily washing the dishes in their kitchen while Light sat on their counter, not helping, when Light finally said, “Where are you taking me for Christmas?”

L looked up, startled. Christmas was in three days. “I hadn’t been — did you want to go somewhere?”

It was the wrong thing to say. Light flushed, and looked away.

It occurred to L, for the first time, that Light might have been thinking of this as a romantic holiday rather than what L generally considered it, which was to say a somewhat cruel expose of everyone’s trauma. Light was an international student in from Kanto; L was given to understand that Christmas over there was closer to Valentine’s day.

“I’m sorry,” he said, more gently this time. “I didn’t realize you’d wanted to do anything. I should have asked. I set up a client. It’s a big day for me, in that sense.”

There were a lot of lonely people around Christmas. He charged a premium on the night before, and then he had a date with Watari on the day-of. Watari was the only person it was profitable enough to sugar for, and anyway L liked him. He was reliable and polite and safe, his favourite client by far.

It simply hadn’t occurred to him that he might be wanted elsewhere.

Light kicked xir feet. “It’s my first one as a girl,” xie said.

L’s heart sunk.

“Ah,” he said. Then, running through options in his head. “Alright. Look. I’ll move things around. The eve is the couple’s bit, isn’t it?”

For a moment, Light didn’t move at all. Then xie nodded, so quickly and slightly that it seemed conveying this information to l was a bit of a chore.

“I’ll move things around,” L said. “I’m sorry. Really.”

Light said nothing. L dried off his hands, then walked over. He hoisted himself up onto the counter. He did not look at Light. Light always seemed to find that easier.

“I’m sorry,” he said, again. “I didn’t think of it — that’s all. I wouldn’t have scheduled anything if I had.”

Light kicked xir feet. L went on.

“I want to spend the day with you,” he said. “I promise. I’ll sort it out. I’m probably stuck for Christmas day, but I can work out the night before, and I’ll be there in the morning.”

Light looked away, which was actually a good thing — when Light was really mad, xie ignored L entirely.

“Forgive me?” L said. “Please?”

Light bit xir lip, then, finally, turned to him. “Yeah,” he said. “Okay. Fine.”

Then xie leaned over and dropped xir head onto L’s shoulder. Something in L unknotted. He wrapped an arm around Light’s waist, then decided to test his luck by kissing xir temple.

Light let him, so he supposed things must have been alright.

---

Just about everything in their city closed down for the holidays — the joys and tribulations of little cities — so L elected to bring Light down to Toronto.

It seemed clear that Light hadn’t entirely forgiven him after all. Xie wouldn’t look at him the entire ride down on the GO train, which wasn’t necessarily unusual for Light, but did feel somewhat concerning.

He’d kept his morning appointment, but cancelled the evening one entirely. This was not an action without consequence. He charged a fair bit, and he liked to provide a consistent service. This was a good client. L did not want to lose him. It wasn’t only about the money he’d make today, although that was a bit of a blow. Without a pool of good clients, he would be forced to take chances on people who weren’t; he did not wish to return to living that way.

Still. Light was right. He should have asked, first.

He led Light down to the aquarium, then brought him down through the deep dark rooms of fish and into the glass tunnel. It was dark, lit and ethereal blue, and there were sharks and turtles and all manner of aquatic life swimming around them. It was quite magical, really. Romantic. On Christmas Eve, it was nearly empty — there was only one other couple, who were just around the curve of the tunnel, their bodies distorted silhouettes through the water. L thought he’d done quite a good job, here.

“This has nothing to do with Christmas,” Light said.

L turned to look at xim, trying very hard not to let his exasperation show.

Light had left their apartment dressed very nicely, in grey chinos and the nice black turtleneck which made xir neck look very long. Right now, all that was covered up with the giant black Canada Goose jacket which L had bought for xim and which xie had refused to check. The aquarium was far too hot for that, and xir face was a little pink from the heart. It would have been cute if xie wasn’t — frankly — acting like such a brat.

L was trying to be nice. He really was.

He reminded himself, once again, that this was his fault. He had screwed up. He couldn’t be mad at Light for being upset.

“You love fish,” L said. “Fish are wonderful.”

Light looked away, then hunched up xir shoulders.

“Okay,” said L. “Look. Let’s — do you want to go touch a stingray?” They had tanks out front.

Light’s lips pressed together. “Fine,” xie said.

L reached for xir hand. Xie snatched it away.

So, L decided, his hopes of being forgiven were a little premature after all. He pressed two fingers to either side of his nose bridge, then followed Light as xie stomped off to play with the stingrays.

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Their next stop was the Christmas market. This time, L wasn’t naïve enough to expect things to have resolved, but surely xie could not be upset at the lack of Christmas.

The Christmas market was in the Distillery district, which had once been — as the name implied — a distillery.

It looked like something out of a Dickens novel — all red brick and with iron fixtures painted a deep green, the roads paved in brick, now strung with Edison bulbs which glowed warm in the dark. The winding streets were now lined with vendors in little tents selling street food and little Christmas tchotchkes.

It was romantic. It was Christmassy. Light was walking alongside L, arms crossed tightly over xir chest, lips pressed into a harsh line.

L was going to lose his mind.

“Isn’t this nice?” he said, as pleasantly as he could manage. “I always think the Distillery is so beautiful this time of year.”

“It’s cold,” Light said. It was three below. “There are too many people.”

“Let’s get you something to eat,” L said.

He headed down the alleyways, towards a tiny building with a chalkboard sign outside advertising drinking chocolate. That seems suitably romantic and Christmasy, and also suitably filled with sugar, which he dearly hoped might do something to benefit Light’s mood.

The interior of the building was warm and smelled intensely of cocoa and pine. It was stuffed with boughs of evergreen and holly and little vintage decorations — wooden ornaments painted in wam colours, hand-pounded tin lanterns, dipped candles hanging upside-down.

There was hardly enough room to turn around in, and Light stood so close to L that he was nearly knocked over, so at least xie wasn’t too repulsed to be in his vicinity.

L bought them both a cup of drinking chocolate. He handed one to Light, who sipped at it and then, looking startled, spat it back into the cup, right in front of the woman who sold it to them. She looked profoundly offended.

“Don’t —” L started. “What was wrong with that?”

“It’s not hot chocolate,” Light said.

“No. It’s drinking chocolate.”

Light looked away. “But you drink hot chocolate.”

“I know, but it’s something different. I’m sorry. I should have explained.” L took a sip from his. It was heavy and bitter and not at all bad, but he supposed it could be alarming if one were not prepared. “Do you — ah — I suppose you don’t like it very much.”

“It’s disgusting,” Light said. “I hate it.” Xie handed xir spit coffee to L, then turned and stalked out of the building.

L was at a loss.

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A wiser man might have called the night off altogether, but L lived in hope. There was one more stop on his increasingly disastrous plan — Kingyo, a Japanese restaurant in Cabbagetown.

He was starting to get a little frustrated, frankly. He had made an error, it was true, but it had been a mistake and not an act of malice. Surely there had to be an end to his penance.

Light got like this, sometimes. Xie had a very easy life. L would be lying if he said he’d never thought about this with resentment. So very little had gone wrong for xim. Xie didn’t know how to handle it when things went sideways; xie expected everything to be laid with roses.

“Look,” L said, as Light sunk low into xir seat. “Should we just go home?”

“No,” Light said. It’s fine. I don’t care.”

L shut his eyes, then breathed out and picked up his menu. He fervently hoped this would be the best meal they’d ever had un their lives. Perhaps it was possible to feed Light something so delicious that xie would never be unhappy again.

They had a table in the back of the restaurant; it was surprisingly private. Kingyo was a gigantic restaurant, dimly lit, outfitted with lacquered wood and raw brick walls. A projector silently played Japanese children’s shows along one concrete wall — right now, it was showing Anpanman. It had a slouching, semi-ironic casual air to it, as if it had simply thrown together its rough wood floors and the noren curtains between entranceways. Cool? it seemed to say. I hadn’t noticed.

Light picked up xir menu, too. “These aren’t Izakaya foods,” xie said.

“I know,” L told him, as patiently as he could manage. “Izakayas in Canada are like this.”

“It’s wrong,” Light said, correctly but infuriatingly.” They really should have gone home, L decided. This was a disaster. “You’re paying for this, right.”

“It’s a date,” L said. “We’re on a Christmas Eve date. That is what you —” He inhaled, then exhaled, scanned his menu. “Oh, they’ve got fried chicken for Christmas. Isn’t that nice?”

“That’s tomorrow,” Light said. “You eat it tomorrow. Everyone keeps telling me about KFC. I don’t want anyone to tell me about KFC anymore.”

“Okay,” said L. He reminded himself that he loved Light very, very much.

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They got grilled mackerel and a negitoro combination — or, more precisely, L ordered both these things and Light sat back in xir seat, drinking the hot sake L had also ordered.

“Look,” L said, finally, two tuna rolls in. “Please eat something. You’ll feel better if you eat.”

“I’m fine,” Light said. “I’m happy. It’s an Izakaya. You’re supposed to drink. You aren’t supposed to eat maki.” Then, abruptly, “I can’t believe you forgot.”

L put his chopsticks down. This was what he’s been waiting for all day.

“Look,” he said. “I’m sorry. I really am. But it was one mistake —”

“—and you still went to work this morning.”

“Light. I have to work.”

“No, you don’t.”

L pinched the bridge of his nose. “Our landlord would disagree. He generally takes rent in money.”

“But you didn’t have to work this morning. You pick your clients. You cancelled tonight.”

L felt anger flash hot and bright.

He didn’t feel anger very often. He didn’t feel anything most of the time, in fact — the world usually seemed quite abstracted to him, something moving tremulously in the distance. It made things easier. But he did feel this.

“Light,” he said. “I did that. I did cancel tonight. I did that for you. And that sort of thing — it makes me look unreliable. He’s a good client. I can’t risk two good clients.”

“And you’re still seeing someone tomorrow —”

“I need to, Light. I can’t lose Watari.” Then, his anger growing sharper, making him stupid. “You don’t understand. You aren’t even trying to understand. I can’t throw away everyone I know for certain is safe. You need to think about what you’re asking me to do.”

Light’s face went a little slack. As a rule, he didn’t like to talk about the aspects of his job that were dangerous; he didn’t like to force Light to think about them. But then it hardened again and L knew xie was shuttering that information away. Xie was very good at making anything xie didn’t like to think about disappear.

Xie picked up one of the negitoro and popped it into xir mouth. This was good, at least, because L highly doubted the situation would be improved by Light drinking nothing but sake on an empty stomach.

Xir face contorted. Xie swallowed, then looked up at L.

“That was shit. This is disgusting.”

L could feel himself flushing; pins and needles swept up and down his body. The world suddenly felt at once very close and utterly out of his grasp; he leaned forwards and hissed, “You are acting like a spoiled child —”

Light burst into tears.

For a moment, he felt frozen, unable to think of a single thing to say. Light covered xir face with his hands, as if this would somehow prevent anyone from seeing.

The anger drained out of him, replaced with a rush of guilt.

“Hey,” L said, He leaned forwards. “I’m sorry. Light. I really am.”

Light mumbled something through xir tears. It was too muddy to hear.

L hesitated. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “I couldn’t catch that.”

“You take me for — for —,” Light started, stuttering over the words, then swallowed and took xir hands away. Xie wiped at xir eyes with the back of xir hands, swallowed, then switched to Japanese. “You take me for granted. You just assume I’m going to be okay with everything.”

It took L a second to translate, and another to find his own words in Japanese. He was very fluent, but it was still a second language, and one he didn’t have much practise in.

“Oh. Light. No. That isn’t true.”

“It is,” Light said, more insistent. Xir was speaking louder and steadier, now. “It is. You think I understand everything you do so it’s all fine. And I do understand. But it’s not fine.” Xie tugged xir sleeve ofter xir hand and wiped at xir eyes. “Everything is different here.” Xie jerked xir head towards the maki. “It doesn’t taste like it does at home. I can’t go back for New Years. I have to talk in English all the time and I’m tired and everyone acts like I’m stupid when I don’t know every word. I wanted just — Christmas is a big holiday. I know it’s not mine but I wanted to try anyway.”

L was getting a little lightheaded. He had been aware of these things, sort of, but they hadn’t coalesced.

“I didn’t realize,” he said, softly.

“I know you didn’t. You were supposed to realize. I’m not supposed to have to tell you every single thing. You should know some things.”

“I know,” L said. “I’m sorry.”

Light wiped at xir eyes again. “I’m hungry. I didn’t eat all day.”

“I know. Maybe you could give that a shot now.”

Light picked up another negitoro and ate it. “It really isn’t very good.”

“I know. I’m sorry. It should have realized it wouldn’t stack up and brought you elsewhere.” It was good, actually, but he felt it was the right thing to say in the present circumstances. Light was right — it probably wasn’t compared to what xie was used to.

Apparently he was right because Light nodded, looking pacified, and took another.

“I didn’t realize you were having such a hard time,” L said. “I should have.”

Light shrugged. It seemed as much an acceptance as a condemnation. Sometimes the two were the same. To be told he’d done wrong was its own sort of love, sometimes.

“Maybe we ought to go home after this,” L said. “Perhaps it’s been enough.”

“I guess. Yeah.” Then xie bit the inside of xir cheek. “But they have ginger ice cream.”

L couldn’t help himself; he smiled. “Okay. Yes. We should get ginger ice cream, and then we should head home.”

Light nodded, wiped at xir eyes again, and ate another roll.

---

On the way back home, surrounded by the rattling of the GO train, the brightness of the train turning the view outside into an incoherent blackness, Light sunk into L’s arms and shut xir eyes.

Xie looked exhausted. L supposed xie must be.

Sometimes the way Light behaved was infuriating, but L knew it wasn’t easy for xim either; it wasn’t something xie was doing on purpose. Things overtook xim — strangling emotions and words and actions. L could understand that. It came part and parcel. L stroked xir hair and Light made a soft noise, then pressed closer.

Xir eyes were fluttering. L wrapped an arm around xim to keep him close and safe — his love, his beautiful girl, half asleep in the warmth of his arms.

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Dino's Place: Steak and Spaghetti

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Campagnola

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Fresh Mimi Cave. 2022

Chinese Restaurant 2010 E Hastings St, Vancouver, BC V5L 1T8, Canada See in map

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I went on a quest to mend a lost relationship and got rewarded with far-away spice and unlocked a new area

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Late night scenes outside Budgie’s Burritos, Vancouver.

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Via Tevere Pizzeria x Main Street x Riley Park–Little Mountain.

Second location open in the old Grano Pizzeria and Don't Argue location.

Vesuvio pizza: tomato sauce, fior di latte, prosciutto cotto, salami, piccante, and capicollo.

Sacrilegio pizza: tomato sauce, fior di latte, and New Jersey pepperoni.

Napoletana pizza: tomato sauce, fior di latte, anchovies, and basil.

Garlic knots: hand-tied knots, olive oil, garlic, parsley, Grana Padano, and marinara sauce.

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National Hot Dog Day 

Savor sizzling sausages in a bun with friends and family, experiment with various toppings and see how many you can wolf down on Hot Dog Day.

The sun is out, you’re at the amusement park, and the rollercoaster is filling the air with the clack-clack-clack of wheels on rails. The scent of a thousand different fair foods fill the air, but one stands out above all the rest. It’s rich, it’s savory, it’s the smell of a thousand mysterious meat products put into one delicious sausage casing, broiled up on a flame grill, and sent out on a bun with all the fixings. National Hot Dog Day celebrates this most delicious and tantalizing of treats, and its extensive history!

Learn about National Hot Dog Day

A lot of people are going to have fond memories of eating hot dogs. For some people, this reminds them of some of the fairs and fetes that they used to go to when they were younger. For others, it may remind them of the barbecues that they used to have with their families.

Or, maybe a hot dog is always your go-to snack when you go to a football or basketball game? There is no denying that hot dogs are tasty, yet we can’t eat them every day, as they’re not exactly bursting with nutrients. That’s why National Hot Dog Day is the perfect excuse for you to indulge in this treat.

A hot dog is simply a steamed or grilled sausage sandwich whereby the sausage is typically served within a finger bun, which is partially sliced to fit the sausage inside. The sausage used is a frankfurter or a wiener, which is a Vienna sausage.

Hot dog condiments and preparation vary regionally. For example, some of the typical garnishes include olives, bacon, coleslaw, grated cheese, chili, jalapenos, sauerkraut, onions. Typical condiments include cheese sauce, relish, mayonnaise, ketchup, and mustard.

History of National Hot Dog Day

Given the National Hot Dog Day is an international event, where it begins and who sponsors it tends to vary by region. In the USA it’s primarily the industry partners that participate in promoting it, whereas in other countries around the world it may be historical organizations celebrating the role it played in their history.

Did you know that the Frankfurter was named for the Germany city of Frankfurt, where it was said to originate? Well now you do! There’s even multiple varieties of Hot Dogs! The original hot dogs came in a natural casing, which in case you didn’t know were made from the small intestines of sheep. Intestines were regularly used for making all kinds of sausages, hotdogs included!

Then you have skinless hotdogs, in order to hold them together they’re cooked in a cellulose casing that gets taken off when they get packaged. Since cellulose is kosher and cheaper than kosher intestine, this is often how the frankly (heh heh) delicious Kosher Hot Dogs are often made.

National Hot Dog Day is celebrated all over, and if you’ve ever enjoyed a warm hot frank at a summer BBQ, then you’re no doubt celebrating too!

How to Celebrate National Hot Dog Day

The best way is to serve yourself up a great meal with hot dogs! Our personal favorite is the old classic, home-made mac and cheese served with slices of hot dog in it. We also really enjoy hot dogs in our chili, that’s if we don’t have a bun to make a classic chili dog.

Get all your friends together in your backyard and encourage them to bring their favorite frankfurters and condiments. Share stories of your first hot-dog, and all the memories you have around this classic summertime treat. There’s something about a hot dog with the slight char that comes from being grilled that always has us waiting for National Hot Dog Day.

If you really do want to do something a bit different on National Hot Dog Day, why not join a hot dog eating contest? If you think that you are going to be able to eat a lot of hot dogs within a specified period of time, you never know; you could end up being the champion!

However, we better warn you that there are people who enter eating contests for a living, and they train their bodies specifically for the task, so you’re going to be up against some stiff competition. Nevertheless, this can certainly be a fun and unusual thing to do, and you’re going to get to eat some hot dogs in the process, so everyone’s a winner, right?

If you take a look online, you will be able to see any food-eating contests that are going in your area. Of course, you could decide to host your own hot dog eating contest, between friends and family. This will certainly be a fun way to spend the day, and you will have more chance of winning. You could get everyone to pay an ‘entry-fee’ and this could be the prize fund for the winner.

Another way to celebrate National Hot Dog Day is by making your own hot dog creation. Hot dogs are typically served with ketchup, mustard, and onions, depending on your taste.

However, why not have fun experimenting with different toppings, to see what sort of creations you can come up with? There are so many different options, including crumbled gorgonzola, baked beans, grilled pineapple, pickled green beans, caramelized onions, and much more. You don’t know until you try it!

Crispy bacon is another popular one. Or, why not go for something completely unusual and out-of-the-box? You never know, you may be able to come up with the next big thing in hot dogs! If you do, be sure to share a photo on Instagram to get everyone’s mouth drooling!

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sometimes u have a normal night out and sometimes the taste of truffle fries sends you back a year and ur hit with a wave of melancholic nostalgia. like someone sane and well adjusted

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Exploring the Best Whisky Bar in Surrey, BC: SkyeAvenue

Located in the heart of Surrey, SkyeAvenue has been quietly making a name for itself as the go-to destination for the Best Whisky Bar in Surrey, BC aficionados in the area. From the moment you step through the door, you’re greeted by an ambiance that exudes sophistication and warmth. The cozy yet stylish decor creates the perfect setting for enjoying a dram or two of your favorite whisky.

The Whisky Selection

What truly sets Skye Avenue apart is its exceptional collection of whiskies from around the world. Whether you prefer a smooth Speyside single malt, a peaty Islay dram, or a rare Japanese whisky, they have you covered. Their carefully curated selection includes well-known classics, limited editions, and hidden gems that are sure to excite even the most seasoned whisky connoisseurs.

To make the experience even more enticing, the knowledgeable staff at Skye Avenue are eager to guide you through their selection, offering recommendations and sharing their passion for whisky. Whether you’re a novice or a seasoned veteran, you’ll find their expertise invaluable as you explore the diverse world of whisky.

The Atmosphere

The atmosphere at Skye Avenue is one of conviviality and relaxation. Whether you’re enjoying a solitary moment of reflection or engaging in lively conversation with fellow patrons, the bar provides the perfect backdrop for creating lasting memories. The dim lighting, comfortable seating, and carefully chosen music all contribute to an experience that is as unforgettable as the whiskies themselves.

Events and Tastings

In addition to its impressive whisky collection, SkyeAvenue frequently hosts events and tastings for enthusiasts eager to expand their knowledge and appreciation of whisky. From themed tasting flights to exclusive whisky pairing dinners, there’s always something exciting happening at the bar. These events provide a wonderful opportunity to connect with fellow whisky lovers and gain a deeper understanding of this beloved spirit.

Conclusion

In a city not traditionally known for its whisky lounge in surrey, Skye Avenue stands out as a beacon for those seeking a refined and welcoming environment to savor the world’s finest whiskies. Whether you’re a local resident or just passing through Surrey, a visit to SkyeAvenue is an absolute must for anyone with an appreciation for the art of whisky.

So, if your taste buds are yearning for a delightful whisky experience, don’t hesitate to embark on a journey to Skye Avenue. Immerse yourself in the world of whisky, make new friends, and create unforgettable memories at this hidden gem in Surrey, BC. Cheers to the whiskies of the world, and to the inviting embrace of Skye Avenue.

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Budgies

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Travel Delays? These Sirports and Train Stations Actually Have Great Food

From Michelin-starred menus to gilded historic sites, these restaurants are worth a visit—whether or not you’re a tourist.

— By Joe Yogerst | June 26, 2023

Le Train Bleu opened in 1901, offering rail passengers an opulent dining stop in Paris’s Gare de Lyon train station. It’s one of several extraordinary restaurants inside busy transportation hubs around the world. Photograph By Jorge Garrido/Alamy Stock Photo

With one of the busiest summer travel seasons of all time already underway—and likely to get more hectic after the Fourth of July—travelers should steel themselves for longer-than-usual delays for flights and trains.

But unplanned waiting time doesn’t have to be wasted time. While many airports and train stations offer run-of-the-mill grub, some transport hubs are blessed with exemplary culinary offerings. From vintage cafés in train stations to fine dining rooms in airports, these places entice passengers to arrive early and dig into meals every bit as good (or even better) than restaurants at their final destinations. Here are 10 not to miss.

Le Train Bleu, Gare de Lyon, Paris

This culinary cathedral is adorned with elaborate carvings, chandeliers, etched glass, and frescoes depicting whimsical holiday scenes throughout France. Located on the mezzanine level of the Gare de Lyon (which serves trains to southern France and other Mediterranean destinations), the brasserie was built in 1900 and unveiled in 1901 to complement the Exposition Universelle, a world’s fair in Paris. Like that event, Le Train Bleu showcased the nation’s extravagant Belle Epoque style and culture.

The menu is just as enticing as the decor, with French classics including roast leg of lamb, steak tartare, Crêpes Suzette, and hazelnut soufflé. Prix-fixe options cater both to passengers in a hurry (a 45-minute traveler’s menu) and those who can linger (a seven-course feast).

Oyster Bar, Grand Central Terminal, New York City

Like the historic train depot that rumbles above, the Oyster Bar reflects the Big Apple’s coming of age as a global city in the early 20th century. An extensive seafood menu and extraordinary tile-arch ceiling designed by Spanish-born architect and engineer Rafael Guastavino made the restaurant an overnight sensation when it opened in 1913. It continues to dazzle with a menu that features at least 25 types of fish and as many as 30 oyster varieties.

Back in the day, many of the ingredients were harvested in Lower New York Bay. Now the menu is a veritable United Nations of seafood: oysters from Prince Edward Island and the Puget Sound, Icelandic arctic char, and New Zealand king salmon, plus lobster gazpacho and bouillabaisse. Don’t miss the small wood-paneled bar in the back, which pours a signature Habanero Bloody Mary with quite a kick.

Left: A sign points travelers to Oyster Bar, the iconic restaurant inside New York City’s bustling Grand Central Terminal train station. Photograph By P. T. Photography/Alamy Stock Photo. Right: Diners at Oyster Bar dig into an extensive seafood menu sourced from all over the globe. Photograph By Jorge Garrido/Alamy Stock Photo

Tokyo Station, Tokyo

Half a million passengers make their way through Tokyo’s sprawling main train station each day, catching speedy Shinkansen bullet trains and connectors. When they get hungry, many head to the basement for food courts, such as Ramen Street, First Avenue, Kitchen Street, Nippon Gourmet Road.

Ramen Street is a highlight, with eight noodle soup vendors, including Rokurinsha, which dishes up tsukemen dipping noodles, and Soranoiro Nippon, offering vegan, vegetarian, and gluten-free varieties.

Located a 10-minute walk south from the central station, the barbecue skewer stalls of Yakitori Alley are another Tokyo dining institution. Similar to Shinjuku’s famous Omoide Yokocho, the stalls are located beneath the old brick railway arches near Yurakucho Station.

People walk down Yakitori Alley Memory Lane, an area in Tokyo’s Shinjuku neighborhood known for its many small barbecue bars. Photograph By Craig Ferguson/Lightrocket Via Getty Images

St. Pancras Bar, St. Pancras International, London

Connecting Eurostar, National Rail, and the Tube, St. Pancras is one of London’s busiest transport hubs. It’s also home to St. Pancras Bar by Searcys, a champagne bar and restaurant situated on the Grand Terrace of the Victorian Gothic railway station built in 1868.

Europe’s longest champagne bar serves its own private label cuvée, a classic Kir Royale, and special bottles like a £2,000 Nebuchadnezzar Taittinger Brut Réserve NV. The heated leather seats provide comfort in the cavernous station, while a “press for champagne” button on every table ensures speedy pours for travelers short on time.

The adjoining brasserie offers a Railway Express menu and a leisurely afternoon tea, plus British favorites like Scottish smoked salmon, Lake District beef, Gressingham duck salad, and Exmoor Cornish salted caviar.

Rosélys, Gare Centrale, Montreal

This stylish, modern restaurant above Montreal’s underground Gare Centrale replaces the venerable Beaver Club, where John Lennon, Fidel Castro, Nelson Mandela, the Queen of England, and thousands of ordinary folks dined over its half-century lifespan.

A fusion of the city’s French and Anglo food cultures, the New Canadian cuisine here features Quebec cheeses and charcuterie, hot smoked salmon, grilled asparagus with trout caviar, and Canadian prairie steaks. Afternoon tea is served on Saturday, brunch on Sunday, with a daily happy hour between 6 and 8 p.m. revolving around seafood and live jazz.

Globe@YVR, Vancouver International Airport, Vancouver

Airport hotels don’t normally inspire high gastronomic hopes. But the Vancouver Airport is an asset for the posh Fairmont Globe hotel, where the floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the tarmac backdropped by the snowy peaks north of Vancouver.

Chef Harris Sakalis specializes in Canadian-sourced surf and turf, highlighted in a three-course prix-fixe menu. Standouts include seafood towers, especially the over-the-top “Deep Dive” loaded with oysters, crab, caviar, lobster, and ahi tuna, plus an extensive breakfast menu paired with cocktails from the “Five O’Clock Somewhere” list.

Plane Food, Heathrow Airport, London

Located in Terminal 5, Gordan Ramsay’s eatery roams the globe with dishes like California roll sushi, lamb rogan josh, lobster linguine, and good old British fish and chips with mushy peas and tartar sauce.

Travelers dine on global cuisine at Gordon Ramsay’s modern Plane Food at Heathrow Airport.

The streamlined decor recalls the mid-20th century space age style. Dining options include an express menu promising two courses (including vegan options) in under 25 minutes and a breakfast special with a choice of egg dishes and cocktails. Alternatively, grab a three-course picnic with three main dish options (burgers, pasta) for munching on the plane.

Tortas Frontera by Rick Bayless, O’Hare International Airport, Chicago

Celebrity chef and James Beard Award-winning cookbook author Rick Bayless took a liking to Mexican cuisine while growing up in Oklahoma and relocated to Chicago in 1987. Now, his culinary empire includes three locations of Tortas Frontera in the Windy City’s bustling airport. Although tiny—with just a few tables and limited bar seating—they offer an impressive array of dishes.

Overstuffed tortas like the Cubana, chipotle chicken, and choriqueso are the main attraction. But there’s also a morning yogurt bar that morphs into an afternoon guacamole station. Gluten-free, vegetarian, and vegan options, plus a full bar and aguas frescas round out the menu.

Changi Airport, Singapore

The Lion City is an undisputed cuisine destination, and its sprawling, futuristic airport is one of the best places to grab a bite. The hub has more than 200 food and beverage outlets, many of them tucked beneath the massive glass-and-steel dome of Jewel, a dining, retail, and entertainment complex with an indoor waterfall and a five-story tropical garden.

People walk through the tropical garden inside Jewel, a section of Singapore’s sprawling Changi Airport that holds restaurants, shops, and a hotel. Photograph By Derek Teo/Alamy Stock Photo

The culinary collection ranges from Michelin one-star spots like Kam’s Roast with its signature Chinese-style roast duck and Hot Tomato’s American-style steak and seafood, to Michelin-listed Birds of Paradise gelato and Chun Yang bubble tea.

Airbräu Brauhaus, Munich Airport, Munich

If you missed the Hofbräuhaus München or one of the other famous beer halls in Munich, the Airbräu offers one last chance to try before takeoff. Like every good Munich beer hall, drinks are served with traditional Bavarian dishes like pork knuckles, spaetzle, schnitzel, and pretzels.

Opened in 1999 as the world’s first airport brewery, Airbräu has a cozy indoor dining room and breezy outdoor beer garden, where you can sip golden ambers made on site. Options include the hoppy FliegerQuell, Kumulus wheat beer, the “1918” wort, and four seasonal options.

Colorful paintings adorn the ceiling of Hofbräuhaus, a famous beer hall in Munich, Germany. Airbräu offers a similar experience at Munich Airport. Photograph Efrain Padro/Alamy Stock Photo

Besides the main dining room with its copper brewing kettles, the Airbräu offers a cozier dining/drinking area called the Zirbelstube, a tiny 1890s tavern relocated from the Bavarian Alps. If you’ve got time, hop on the brewery tour. In the summer, catch live tunes in the beer garden while you wait for your boarding group to be called.

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