Sweet Surrender Gelato

West-side favourite churning honey-lavender, salted-caramel, and rotating seasonal flavours from local dairy, a block off the Kitsilano-Point Grey stretch of West 4th.

Downtown's chocolaterie-patisserie on Alberni: thick drinking chocolate, a macaron case that looks like jewellery, and cheap enough to be completely spontaneous.

Hand-churned small-batch since 1997 in Port Moody, with banana fudge, espresso flake, and a doggie scoop for the third wheel.

An actual world-champion gelatiere turning out four-litre artisan batches a block from English Bay, ideal after a seawall stroll.

A pastel Parisian parlour making obscenely rich creme-anglaise ice cream, where sharing a jar counts as a whole date.

A layered Uji-matcha parfait engineered for two spoons and one 'that bite was mine'.

Vancouver's beloved small-batch ice cream in reusable glass jars, a short stroll from the Olympic Village seawall.

A thirty-year Dundarave corner bakery where the butter smell hits before the door, and the cinnamon buns sell out before noon.

A bright Alexandra Road patisserie where a Mont Blanc and a chiffon cake photograph better than either of you.

The only place on earth with 238 flavours of gelato under one roof, which turns dessert into a genuinely fun decision-making adventure.

Farm-to-cone gelato at the water's edge on the quiet south shore of False Creek, best eaten on the move with the seawall as your table.

Crispy, forearm-length dosas and midnight filter coffee until 3am, for the night that isn't over yet.

The legendary Chennai tiffin institution arrives in North Delta with crispy dosas, a filter coffee ritual, and an unlimited weekend thali that earns the drive.

The Vietnamese street food that made Anthony Bourdain misty on television now has a permanent home on The Drive.