The horror continues
Five hours later, I'm in the YVR MLL, the western jewel in the crown and it's like a sense of deja vu. The identical two soups, the identical two salads, the same vegetarian cookies. Even the apples are the same. Did they transport it in the hold and rush it up to the lounge before I could get here?
If it weren't for the mountains in the background and the slightly too loud oil workers coming off their 2 week shift, I'd swear it's groundhog day.