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The restaurant’s aesthetic is what I call Pacific Rim Modern: oiled oak with an understated matte finish, muted eggplant walls, simple metal and glass fixtures, bright pops of single-color accents frugally applied. The effect is cool, sophisticated but never cold. A down-tempo jazzy beat keeps the mood chill but sociable.
We toast, “Kampai!” and down our complimentary sake, which appeared almost as soon as we sat down. We call for a bottle of Prager, an Austrian Reisling that's our favorite with sushi. We comment (once again) how much an evening at Ginger is like retuning to Vancouver and settle in to enjoy.
And we start to pull dishes from the conveyor belt. It pays to go slow here. The menu changes throughout the evening, with entirely new dishes appearing hours after service begins. Our dinner ends––chopsticks at rest; the wine bottle empty. We watch a new temptation slide past and with a little shrug of regret call for the bill.
Story by Kathy
Photo by tylonbrew
Story by Kathy
Photo by tylonbrew





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