The Letter 'F' - Part 2

Here is the second in a series of things beginning with the letter 'F'. Nothing I hold dear, nothing profound, simply two things that were on my mind.

2. Feenie's
We finally made it to one of Rob Feenie's restaurants. It was mid-afternoon on a sunny BC Day weekend, so there was no lineup—if anything, the place was overstaffed. We were seated immediately. We ordered three hamburger platters at $14 a crack, including fries. The kids split an order.

Feenie's (not to be confused with Rob Feenie's upscale Lumière next door) lays claim to the city's best hamburger. We were not disappointed, despite the surprisingly slow service given the high staff:diner ratio. It was the best burger (yep, I ate beef) we've ever had, but I'll have to visit a White Spot again to re-evaluate their Legendary Platter to establish which burger has the bigger bang-for-the-buck.

The fact remains that ground beef can only be so good, thus there's no need to hurry over to Feenie's. Note: if you're a hardcore carnivore it probably won't bother you to find out where a lot of ground beef comes from. The picture is of a partially-eaten Feenie Burger in its "doggy" container.


3. Flowers (For A Dad)
It wasn't until 5:00PM that the first flowers began to arrive at the accident scene. The victim's two teenage sons dropped off the bunch shown here. They were bawling inconsolably.

Car accidents bother me, then, now, probably always. This fear goes as far back as to when I was three and refused for weeks to get into the family car after hearing about a fatality. So my mother tells me.