It’s the end of a long, stressful week. I’m fucking exhausted and spent, on multiple levels. If it were summer, I’d be clamoring for a cold pint and a sunny patio. But it’s not. The aggressive West Coast winds are just chilly enough to remind me there are a few months of winter left. This evening, I just want some good food and a warm bottle of sake, or nihonshu, as my relatives call it. Wiping rain off our faces, my wife, Chantal, and I walk into Suika, in the Fairview area of Vancouver.