Oh yeah, one more to add. The Teahouse in Stanley Park, which is more of a "fine dining" elegance experience, the sort of place where the waiter plops the napkin on your lap and periodically combs the bread crumbs from your table cloth. Haven't been there in years so I can't vouch for the food these days (but I think it's always been highly regarded), but hey...it's in Stanley Park, eh?
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