We Could, We Did & We Regretted ItSunday, February 08, 2015
|Photograph - Andrew Taylor, Esquire|
Forty seven years ago Rosemary Healey married Jorge Alejandro Waterhouse-Hayward in a civil ceremony in Coyoacán, Mexico. We had attempted to marry at least six times but the judges told us they had no permission to marry two foreigners. Finally I got the message and contacted the judge in Coyoacán and presented him with a bottle of expensive cognac.We could, we did and we regretted it - certainly not our decision to marry 47 years ago. We regretted today my suggestion that we should belay our daily morning ritual (now in effect for about 15 years) of breakfast in bed with our NY Times and the Vancouver Sun. I told Rosemary that we might celebrate by going to the buffet breakfast at the River Rock Casino in Richmond.
We drove to Oakridge and parked. We walked to the Skytrain and got off at Brighouse Station. We faced a long lineup. We finally made it. We were taken to a table with a view of Fraser River, a cement factory and ugly barges. This view in spite of it all must be one of the ugliest in town. Somehow the cement towers hide the mountains. Over the din of the talking we could hear some heavy drumming (not Japanese drumming but close) – no soothing music.Until we left we watched many a person of extreme girth pass us by with a smile on his/her face with a plate piled with psychedelic red lobster. A couple of extremely large Lebanese Christian men had multiple trips to the lobster counter.
The man who makes omelets told me that on good days (I have no idea what he meant by good) he made over 500 of them between 6am and 2pm plus he used up 25 liters of waffle mix. The omelet was good. Nothing else was. The bacon was limp the sausages were tasteless and the desserts were mostly the ones you might find at an oriental bakery. The roast beef was par-boiled.
There are no waiters. Those who work there are bussers who must remove from each table countless plates half-filled with food. We wondered in what level Dante might have put the kitchen which I would imagine would be hell on earth.
It would seem to me that Las Vegas could teach the River Rock a few lessons on how to properly serve a buffet.
Watching all those people gobbling up their food I began to almost understand the fact that my Rosemary has hidden her eating disorder for so many years. Before we came to Vancouver I was ignorant to my dyslexia and in the family we all said Rosemary ate like a little bird. It has been the reality of living in Vancouver that has clued us in to all sorts of syndromes we had no idea existed.
Tomorrow morning we will resume our breakfast-in-bed routine. After so many years I still recognize how romantic and comforting it is and that the word routine, in this case is not the appropriate one.