This past Spring, Shannon and I traveled to Vancouver Island and made a stop in small town surfer mecca Tofino.  While there, we visited The Schooner Restaurant, and I ordered the Halibut Bawden Bay entree.

It was so good I had to write an Elizabethan Sonnet in tribute.

From seas I did once shy because their fruit
Did not appeal.  For life wants life, (will flee
its death), and blood is not what I’m aboot.
Until a Schooner had my tastebuds tree’d.
Sun-crusted white Tofino halibut
Beneath corn’d pepper glaze with needle dressed
Near ghostly was an orchard caught and cut
And stuffed with shrimp and Brie and Dungeness.
The rain made blue and gray the sun setting
Into the mountain peaks that time will crush,
While dry behind the glass, and without frettings,
Post haste I crushed, myself, my dinner lush:
Proof succulence exists; and now you see
My stomach brought my conscience to its knees.

We also went to a parrot refuge while on the island. This has nothing to do with Tofino or halibut, but it's kind of wild, so I'm throwing it up.