After getting up at 4:15 a.m. to catch a flight to Seattle and driving about 3.5 hour with Jen and Andrew, we finally reached Whistler on Wednesday evening. Cooking sounded exhausting (and time-consuming) so we knew we were eating out. We ended up at Araxi, often cited as the best restaurant in Whistler. I was a little worried they’d turn me away since I was wearing sweatpants and a silly “Guster is for lovers” long-sleeve t-shirt. But they found a table for us in the lounge. Bryan and I split a plate of delicate, almost-sweet arctic char, over a parsnip puree with golden British Columbian beets. We also shared some orders of truffle fries and sauteed spinach for the table. I won’t say we were exactly full at the end of dinner, but I felt satisfied that we had had a good meal. And, I give Araxi points for having a fun non-alcoholic drinks menu — Jen and I both ordered a drink with pear juice and rosemary syrup. It started raining as we left the restaurant, with the weather just a degree or two above freezing. We took that as a good sign for Thursday.