Cozy date ideas

A dim, jazz-soaked 1960s Tokyo cafe in Chinatown, where tajarin with uni is just how dinner starts.

Michelin-listed Main Street kitchen where Peru meets Tokyo and Canton: alpaca tartare, arroz con pato, and a pisco bar that hums until close.

Michelin-starred Mount Pleasant room with zero attitude, precise West Coast cooking, and a wine list that will respectfully wreck your schedule.

A sandwich board and some stairs in Gastown lead to a brick-arched basement with two live bands a night until 2am.

A storybook heritage corner store turned French-countryside cafe, so charming it feels slightly unfair to the competition.

A century-old Port Moody building reborn as a cafe-slash-art-gallery, with vinyl, plants, cortados and a built-in conversation starter on every wall.

A sun-filled European room on West 4th with a hidden garden patio and a weekend tiramisu worth planning your day around.

Vancouver's original multi-roaster, where the coffee list rotates weekly and the baristas take your pour-over more seriously than you take most things.

Seventeen seats, one sitting, Edo-style nigiri piece by piece, and your phone face-down all night. Michelin-recommended and books out fast.

Ninety minutes east, a mineral-fed pool town where the lake is sandy, the mountains are misty, and your shoulders finally drop.

Chef J-C Poirier's Michelin-starred Railtown room where Québécois comfort food arrives in quantities your willpower simply won't survive.

A flower-strewn cafe in Gastown's flatiron that pours espresso by day and natural wine by night, so one date can quietly become three.

Coal Harbour, Stanley Park and the North Shore mountains through floor-to-ceiling glass, with a Canadian Culinary Champion kitchen to match.

A Michelin-name Italian on Kingsway where spit-roasted meats, seasonal handmade pasta and wine do more romantic work than you ever had to.

The only dinner where eating with your hands from the same plate is not just allowed, it's the whole point.

A 38-seat binchotan counter where the chef hands the roll straight across, still warm, and the nori is still crackling.

Where Pondicherry's centuries-old French-Indian love affair lands in Hastings-Sunrise, with a coconut tequila chaser.

Plush velvet, live jazz and a drinks menu named for literary icons, under the Hotel Georgia until 2am.

A Gastown roastery dressed like a vintage railway carriage, pouring the kind of coffee that makes you forget you had somewhere to be.

A 1912 heritage room at the foot of Dundarave Pier, gutted so nothing stands between the table and Burrard Inlet.

Lantern-lit West End izakaya where the sake list rewards bravery and stone-grilled beef keeps arriving until you've forgotten your plans.

The country's finest weekly live-jazz programming, Italian plates, and late sets until 12:30am near Beatty and Robson.

Andrea Carlson's candle-lit Michelin star in Mount Pleasant, where the Moon tasting menus track exactly what BC is growing this week.

The Bao Bei team's love-motel-inspired cocktail den under Kissa Tanto, with a jukebox you control and a 2am close.

A converted Gastown warehouse turned sunlit bakery-cafe, where daily sourdough, good espresso and reclaimed-furniture charm make lingering the entire plan.

Chinatown's apothecary bar where the cocktail menu is literally called Remedies and Cures.

Minimal-intervention BC wine, lamb tartare, and a Gastown alley that does half the romantic heavy lifting.

Six or eight tables, Ethiopian art, and a tradition called gursha where you hand-feed each other, which is romantic on purpose.

Named for chef Tushar Tondvalkar's mother and the Marathi word for poetry, Kavita's Ammakase tasting earns both meanings course by course.

Vancouver's answer to the Vegas Sphere: a 360 dome at the Space Centre where Pink Floyd, blue whales and the cosmos wrap the entire ceiling in 10K and Dolby Atmos, watched flat on your back from a reclining seat.

A gloriously over-the-top Italian coffee palace on the Drive, all marble, chandeliers and Roman statues, running since 1976 and taking exactly zero notes.

A blush-pink micro-roastery on Broadway that roasts in the corner and looks like a date already in progress.

The plant-filled Main Street room that makes a first date feel like it's going well before a word is spoken.

A tiny Commercial Drive room built on Italian aperitivo culture, amaro walls, and booths sized for exactly two.

A 25-seat Strathcona wine bar with an all-vinyl hi-fi setup and a Michelin Plate, because Tuesday needed an occasion.

An award-winning timber pavilion shaped like a flower, where the room is so good the coffee almost has to apologize for stealing focus.

A husband-and-wife Italian bakery-cafe on the Drive where a morning cornetto and an evening aperitivo are the same great date, twice.

Vancouver's first natural-wine bar, a tiny bare-bulb Kitsilano room built for organic pours, premium sake, and losing track of time.

The Fraser St bistro that locals call FauxBo, guard jealously, and can't stop recommending despite the notoriously tough reservation.

Iron Chef champion Alex Chen's glamorous Burrard Street seafood room, Michelin-recommended and seriously polished.

A 20-minute ferry from Horseshoe Bay, a wood-stove cottage, and the moment the last ferry leaves and Snug Cove is entirely yours.

Place a wager on King Louie at a fake Chinatown betting shop, watch a wall open, and stay till 2am on weekends.

A leafy Strathcona corner store that pours a proper flat white between the produce and the local doughnuts, village-shop charm and all.

A warm, cabin-feel cafe on Deep Cove's main street, purpose-built for the coffee you earn after Quarry Rock.

Float weightless in body-temperature saltwater side by side in W 4th's most serene, screen-free double room.

German, Austrian and South Tyrolean cooking in a wood-panelled Lonsdale room that kept its original decor and its 125-year-old piano.

Butter chicken poutine, paneer tacos and spiced cocktails in Surrey's slickest Indian lounge, open until 3am.

A heritage Tudor mansion on Deer Lake's shore, five minutes from Metrotown, plating sustainable West Coast cooking with a Mediterranean accent.

A tiny Railtown chalkboard room doing nose-to-tail, seed-to-fork cooking that changes with whatever's actually good right now.

A leafy West End corner cafe two blocks from Stanley Park, with actual seating, an upstairs record shop, and the best built-in second act in the city.

Tsawwassen's quiet fine-dining secret: a husband and wife kitchen, dry-aged AAA beef, house pasta and a 4.6 built over a decade.

Chef David Hawksworth's marble-and-velvet Rosewood room, for the night you want them to think you eat like this every Thursday.

Modern Persian in Kitsilano with Michelin recognition, gloriously crunchy tahdig, and a shared-dips opener that relaxes even first dates.

A 38-foot marble bar, pressed-tin ceilings and an 11pm-to-close happy hour that includes the famous Pourhouse burger.

New West's Ethiopian-Eritrean spot where dinner is a shared platter you eat by hand and ends with a traditional coffee ceremony.

Heritage house, warehouse and patio in Mount Pleasant, with wood-fired oysters, inventive cocktails and the good sense to stay open till midnight.

Enter through a Gastown pet psychic storefront; emerge in a velvet, candlelit tarot-bar that's theatrical without being embarrassing.

Live piano four nights a week at the Wedgewood Hotel, where the lamplight is warm and the reservations are not a thing.

Chinatown's most serious coffee program in its most serene room, rotating Canada's best roasters through a space built for quiet talk.

A serious North Van roastery that's been roasting its own organic beans since 2004, with Thomas Haas pastries as the supporting act.

A Top Chef alum runs the griddle at this pastel 1950s room on Pemberton, where the coin-tiled floor was laid by hand and the milkshakes are still spun to order.

South Surrey's tiny, fiercely good open-kitchen bistro: Chef Veen's French technique, BC farm sourcing, and a 4.7 that politely destroys every chain nearby.

Yaletown's dim, industrial-cool cocktail bar with an after-10pm charcuterie menu and a 1am close Thursday through Saturday.

A cosy Yaletown roastery with the one thing Yaletown rarely offers a coffee date: enough seats to actually settle in and talk.

A shag-carpeted 1970s speakeasy hidden behind a fake accounting office, where the cocktails are far better than the decor suggests.

The cult Belgian brewery on Thunderbird Crescent where national-medal sours and golden tripels await anyone clever enough to find it.

The literal end of Highway 101: two ferries, cardamom buns, Hawaii-blue water at Savary Island, and glassy Desolation Sound fjords.

A breezy little cafe two blocks from the sand that grew out of a beach coffee bike, for the date that's basically already at the beach.

A 1926 North Shore institution where the Yukon-style bacon arrives in slabs and a century of carved masks watches you eat breakfast.

Vancouver's first Michelin Young Chef Award winner cooks seasonal BC plates in a warm wood room beside the Pacific Spirit forest.

The Langley sleeper with a 4.8 rating and seats so few that booking one is basically a love letter.

A Mount Pleasant urban winery fermenting natural BC wine in buried Georgian clay jars, with Saturday jazz and grocery-style cheese plates.

Doors at 7am, a glass roof over the Fraser, and thirteen kinds of eggs benedict at the only Dutch breakfast room in the region.

A decades-long West Broadway fixture serving Kashmiri and Mughlai recipes nobody else in the city is cooking.

A low-lit East Hastings room where Pacific Northwest cooking gets a Japanese edit and the natural wine list has its own devoted regulars.

One of Vancouver's highest-rated Indian spots on The Drive, where street-food snacks flow into proper cocktails and a room that hums.

Chef Tom named the restaurant after himself, so expect dark leather booths, a marble bar, and a 4.7 to match the confidence.

West Coast seafood and a marina-view patio at the toe of Horseshoe Bay, two minutes from the ferry ramp.

Gastown's newest bistro serves one dish, an eight ounce striploin with green sauce and frites for $44, and refuses to apologize for the short menu.

A tiny, beloved West Point Grey room near Alma serving slow-cooked northern Italian with a menu that changes nightly and often isn't printed at all.

Duck confit and beef bourguignon at a 55 acre Langley vineyard, poured with the wine that grew outside the window.

A sleek Coquitlam bistro with a 4.5 across nearly a thousand reviews, because the lamb biryani has something to say for itself.

A 1918 Cloverdale heritage house with five intimate dining rooms and a tableside flambé service that treats dessert as theatrical inevitability.

A tiny Queensbury Village brunch room where the eggs benedict lands on house-made savoury bread pudding instead of an English muffin.

Port Moody's number-one table, where Executive Chef Juraj Dado's seasonal European cooking makes the Tri-Cities feel like a very good idea.

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

Ladner Village's best table since 1996: flaming saganaki, paidakia lamb chops and a room that has never once been in a hurry.

Satnam Singh's polished Yaletown Indian room, where the tandoor and the cocktail program are locked in a tie for the highlight.

A tiny Turkish-run cafe on a tucked-away downtown Langley lane, where sweet and savoury crepes meet a proper Turkish coffee.

Deep Cove's long-running waterfront bistro, where the patio leans over Burrard Inlet and the Ocean Wise seafood earns every candle.

North Van's quietly confident Indian room: rogan josh, naan from the tandoor, and an underground parking situation nobody warns you about.

A fun, fabulous French bistro on Hornby that Tripadvisor ranks in Vancouver's top ten, open from morning croissants to last-call cocktails.

The Michelin-listed W 4th kitchen that is genuinely relaxed, genuinely BC-farm-driven, and has a fried chicken sandwich with permanent-resident status.

Peruvian-Japanese nikkei plates in a glass room facing Lions Gate Bridge, best appreciated the moment the sun hits Burrard Inlet.

Upstairs from Juke Fried Chicken, a tiny neon cocktail bar serves drinks named Eraserhead and hot chicken until 1am on weekends.

A tiny family-run French kitchen hiding on a Lower Lynn side street, rewriting its whole menu every week.

The old Old Crow room on Front Street, now pouring cocktails named after star signs until eleven.

A 1930s Shanghai parlour hidden behind a Chinatown dumpling shop's fridge door, accessed by code, reserved in advance.

Follow the single red light behind a Main Street furniture shop down a graffiti stairwell into Vancouver's most satisfying open secret.

A thirty-year-old Richmond warehouse hung with classic records and old instruments, serving crab cake bennies and waffles from 8am, seven days.

White Rock's top-ranked Marine Drive kitchen, where BC spot prawns and a cozy patio make Tuesday feel like a proper anniversary.

Forty-plus boutique Okanagan wineries on a 16-km lakeside road, best done by e-bike so nobody has to drive.

Drive 30 minutes past Whistler into a valley of seed-potato farms and glaciers, with three turquoise reservation-only lakes at the top.

Canada's most comprehensive metaphysical bookshop, incense-scented since 1970, with crystals, singing bowls, and cozy nooks that make rainy afternoons feel intentional.

The Burnaby sleeper locals quietly guard: a 4.6-rated Ethiopian-Eritrean room where regulars insist the food is the best in the province.

Off-Fraser corner café, 4.7-rated, with jerk chicken that falls off the bone and oxtail rich enough to end an argument.

Burnaby's highest rated spa by a distance, 4.9 across roughly 850 reviews, five minutes on foot from Metrotown station.

Dim light, a sake flight, and small plates you have to negotiate over, which is how a low-key izakaya date runs three hours.

A 4.9 rated Thai spa on Quayside Drive, ten steps from the Fraser and open until eight, seven days.

Vancouver's 1981 indie record shop, where the bins reveal more about a person than any dating app ever will.

Gary, Anu, and thirty years at the stove make Langley's top-rated Indian worth every minute of the drive.

An Austin Heights brunch room where a Humber-trained chef puts bulgogi beef on the eggs benedict and wraps kimchi into a breakfast burrito.

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.

Reed Point Marina's floating restaurant, with a blanket-stocked patio and BC seafood that lets the sunset do the romancing.

A multi-course tasting menu served outdoors on a 21-acre organic farm, where dinner literally surrounds you.

A small Burnaby Heights brunch room doing towering buttermilk pancakes and a Cajun fried chicken benny, doors at 8am.

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

Watch your gin being made through a glass wall, then drink it in a guided flight while rain hammers the warehouse roof.

A 1933 heritage house in Fort Langley with a flower-framed patio, live music on Thursdays, and contemporary Canadian cooking worth the drive.

Tsawwassen's own coffee house and licensed bistro, scratch-baking since 2012 and open at 7am for breakfast sandwiches and a properly pulled espresso.

A calm Newport Village sushi room with soft jazz and private curtained tables you can pull closed and slip your shoes off at.

The North Shore's only certified Neapolitan oven, hot enough to blister a margherita in about ninety seconds.

Fort Langley's artisan bakeshop on the site of a 1910 blacksmith's, open at 7am for breakfast, oversized laminated pastry and Republica coffee.

Dark brick, low light and west-coast Mexican cooking in Edgemont Village, run by the children of the cafe that stood 100 metres away.

Hand-stretched hearth pizza and pasta made that day, in a booth-lined room one block up from Ambleside Beach.

Chinatown's buzziest small-plates room, where shao bing and cocktails you can't pronounce will do the talking for you.

The Kitsilano sushi counter whose omakase regulars guard like state secrets, and whose uni and bluefin prove them right.

A Kits diner since 1988, so stuffed with vintage toys and lunchboxes there's barely room for the towering buttermilk pancakes.

Port Moody finally has a seafood and cocktail room that takes itself seriously without the attitude, sitting near the inlet at 101 Morrissey Rd.

Downtown Maple Ridge's small-town bistro with an urban streak, open at 8am for corned beef hash, poached eggs and a decent flat white.

White Rock's most-booked brunch room: small, rustic, and making nearly everything in the building, from the bread to the butchery.

A Moody Centre brunch room built by people who thought pancakes deserved a wider window, with deep booths, rattan lamps and a flight of mimosas on a board.

A heritage-building institution on Moncton Street, plating Chef Sushila Narain's West Coast seafood in Richmond's prettiest fishing village.

A vinyl listening bar under June on Keefer Street, seven nights of rotating DJs and genuinely good cocktails until 2am on weekends.

The 4.4 km Deer Lake loop wraps in under an hour and deposits you beside a rowboat rental and Burnaby's heritage district.

North Van's original nano-brewery, still pouring one of the best IPA lineups in the region out of a tasting room that has never once tried to be fancy.

A 40-minute ferry hop to The Beachcombers harbour and a bohemian beach pier with a hand-painted mandala.

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

Arguably Steveston's best patio, with a rotating tap list and a flight-friendly board for finding out whose beer takes are a dealbreaker.

An Ambleside trattoria that only opens for dinner, sets proper white linen, and has quietly become one of the highest-rated rooms in West Vancouver.

Built out over the water on the old Victory Shipyards boardwalk, with 180 degrees of downtown Vancouver on the other side of the glass.

The caffeinated heart of historic Cloverdale, roasting its own beans a few doors from Main Street's heritage storefronts.

Off the Moda Hotel lobby on Seymour: low-lit, Italian small plates, marble bar, and a daily 2-to-5 happy hour worth knowing about.

Dundarave's small Italian bar with the raised, flower-hedged patio, where one glass has a well-documented habit of turning into three hours.

Burnaby's licensed Eritrean room where you eat by hand, drink properly, and stay longer than you planned to.

A Burnaby Heights pasta institution since 1986 where one bowl genuinely feeds two and the lineup out the door is non-negotiable.

All-butter pies and specialty coffee on a heritage strip in Moody Centre, where the afternoon has nowhere else to be.

South Indian dosas with a cocktail list built for spice, low lighting, and 2,300 reviewers who've already figured this out.

Crescent Beach's upscale-casual room, Pacific Northwest plates, fresh seafood and AAA steaks, a short stroll from the sand.

Ladner Village's cozy 4.7-star Italian, crisp wood-fired pizzas and house pasta at prices that make it a weeknight regular.

Open since 1968, open till 3am on weekends: miso-gravy sesame fries, live music and Vancouver's most persuasive vegetarian argument.

Suzhou artisans, no nails, Ming Dynasty methods, and National Geographic's vote for the world's top city garden, in Chinatown.

A two-decade Commercial Drive institution where dinner is one shared injera platter you eat by hand, no forks, no rushing.

House-ground spices, dum-steamed goat biryani, and a 4.7 rating that makes two thousand Googlers sound completely reasonable.

A brewpub in the middle of an 1860s fishing village, with the longest bar in Ladner and a backyard patio built for slow afternoons.

Surrey's Caribbean lounge where jerk, oxtail and a sorrel drink become your Friday night, especially if there's a DJ.

Davie Street's tiny Goan kitchen, steps from Sunset Beach, with a whole pan-fried pomfret and cocktails that won Vancouver Magazine over.

Twelve seats. Chef Satoshi Makise. Edomae nigiri shaped right in front of you, delivered with the quiet instruction to eat now.

A warm 200-seat theatre in Port Moody's Newport Village, with dinner steps away and acoustics regulars actually brag about.

An independent Guildford cafe pairing premium lattes with Korean desserts, bingsu, fresh taiyaki, and halo-halo, open late.

Named for Old Delhi's postal code, this candle-lit Fairview bistro turns chaat and kebabs into a full stylish occasion.

Commercial Drive's Trinidadian counter spot, where you tear buss-up-shut roti with your hands and bond over the glorious mess.

A hidden UBC tavern in a heritage building with a string-lit, tree-ringed patio, a serious beer list, and live music most weekends.

A gloriously retro sunken circular bar a block off English Bay, where happy hour, low light, and the best free sunset in the city do all the work.

Butter chicken tacos, red-leather booths and craft cocktails, in a South Surrey taproom with half a rickshaw by the door.

The Steveston heritage room that played Granny's Diner on Once Upon a Time, open at 9am for bennies, omelettes and chowder a block off the boardwalk.

Coquitlam's tiny family-run Korean spot with a 4.7 and a tableside bibimbap ritual that keeps people coming back every week.

A Mexican inspired kitchen on Union Street that takes brunch and dinner equally seriously, so it fits whichever end of the day you pick.

An Austin Heights institution since 1997, Northern Italian pastas and desserts made by hand in a cozy neighbourhood room.

PoCo's smokehouse and brewhouse on one address: ribs, pulled pork, craft beer and a gin list that no one saw coming.

Level 9 of the Central Library has a free rooftop garden with downtown skyline views. Most Vancouverites have no idea it exists.

A proper old English pub hidden in a courtyard behind Marine Drive, one block up from Ambleside Beach, with the cheapest pints in West Vancouver and no pretension at all.

South-west Indian coastal cooking, Vancouver Foodster Curry Challenge winner, in a Surrey room where coconut and tamarind run everything.

Downtown Maple Ridge's grown-up dinner: a two-level contemporary bistro with a seasonal, locally sourced menu and a patio.

A leafy Fraser River island hiding Victorian heritage buildings, bald eagles and a profound lack of other people, right off Highway 99.

Wade waist-deep through a natural 150-foot cave at 42°C above Kootenay Lake, and give yourself a reason to drive to the Kootenays.

Uptown White Rock's dressed-up steakhouse, 50-day dry-aged Angus and a deep wine list under low lounge lighting.

The Drive's long-loved Jamaican kitchen, where jerk, oxtail and a sunny terrace do the date-night heavy lifting.

The Klahanie roastery where from-scratch pastries and occasional live sets turn coffee into the plan, not just the preamble.

The tiny Burquitlam Korean spot with no grill theatre: dolsot bibimbap arriving sizzling in stone, a 4.4, and seats that go fast.

South Langley estate winery famous for its bubbles, its vines, its staff who actually know their wines, and no rush.

The one properly grown-up cocktail room in Surrey City Centre, tucked into the lobby of the Civic Hotel a block from the SkyTrain.

A plush North Road lounge with live musicians most nights, West Coast seafood and steak and a proper cocktail list.

A warm little roaster-cafe on the UBC campus doing proper espresso, fresh pastries, and house bagels, an easy first stop before the gardens or the beach.

A Kitsilano tea bar on West 4th that pours rare single-origin leaves like a wine flight, one steep at a time.

The ticketed garden's free sibling: koi, lily ponds, a pagoda, and a full afternoon in Chinatown for $0.

A beloved independent Newton cafe with a proper sit-down room, fresh-baked pastries, and a seven-hundred-review reputation.

A 440-seat professional theatre on Granville Island where the recently redone lobby bar looks directly at False Creek.

A Cacao Barry ambassador's tiny Swiss patisserie where the pistachio-versus-blueberry macaron debate has caused real diplomatic incidents.

Ayurveda-inspired couples' treatments inside the Sutton Place Hotel, for the afternoon you both need to stop talking and just breathe.

North Delta's 11-kilometre trail web through tall firs and cedars, best on hot days or grey ones, because the canopy handles both.

The Fort Langley cafe-bookshop where a fig-and-brie grilled cheese and a well-timed chapter have rescued worse dates than yours.

The North Shore's answer to 'where do we even go for Korean up here': bubbling soondubu, soy-garlic chicken, and harbour light afterward.

The 1980 blue-and-white taverna locals quietly choose over its famous neighbour, with a for-two platter and the seawall a ten-minute walk out.

PoCo's beloved dim sum room: carts, steam, har gow to xiao long bao and the best argument you'll have all week.

Fort Langley's homegrown brewery pours its own beer beside a Fraser Valley seasonal menu and a turfed, dog-friendly patio.

A beach-village cafe a block from the sand where the smoked-salmon bagel has a cult following and the patio is dog-friendly.

The Victoria Drive neighbourhood Korean where a seafood pancake loaded with squid does the icebreaking, and gentle prices do the rest.

Chef-owner Giovanni Pagan has kept his parents' Maple Ridge pasta bar going since 1977, and the food, apparently, does the persuading.

Tabletop grills, marinated galbi and a running argument about who's hogging the grill: Insadong is North Road's best date sport.

Richmond's modern Indian spot that quietly specializes in lamb and goat off the tandoor, instead of just butter chicken again.

Thirty live shows a year in a 486-seat suburban theatre that makes a proper night out cost less than you'd spend on regret.

An 1893 Rattenbury home in the West End with Sunday teas and pay-what-you-can jazz on the porch all summer.

Vancouver's first micro-distillery, opened in 2013, is still a happy secret near the Granville bridge on rainy Thursdays through Sundays.

Secondhand shelves, Colombian coffee from Huila, and a nonprofit backbone that makes your latte feel genuinely virtuous.

A cash-only 1950 White Rock diner with the original milkshake machine, three TV shows' worth of film cred, and free coffee refills.

Coquitlam's Persian date-night flagship, where the charcoal koobideh is tender, the saffron rice glows, and the tahdig vanishes in seconds.

Maple Ridge's original 2015 craft brewery, with the honest tasting-room warmth that every big flashy taproom is still trying to fake.

Fleetwood's roomy, generous Korean kitchen where the donkatsu arrives shatteringly crisp and ample parking is honestly part of the romance.

Owner Olivia steeps whites, greens and blacks in Chinatown like a wine flight, narrates the goji notes, and charges very little.

A ten-acre South Langley farm where the fortified walnut wine tastes like Christmas and the preserves are genuinely strange in the best way.

Coquitlam's original craft brewery since 2017, with tasting flights that stretch from crisp lagers to genuinely weird small-batch experiments.

Coquitlam's beloved Korean jjimjilbang: charcoal saunas, hot tubs, provided pyjamas, and hours of conversation on a heated floor.