Revolver

Revolver

Touted as one of the great cafes in a city of coffee, I find myself preferring Revolver’s décor and location over its offerings. My five dollars got me one of the smallest, thinnest cappuccinos of my life. Whether there’s expertise of quality beans at play, I couldn’t...
Revolver

Haru Korean Kitchen

I sit on the bench and watch the line of trendy Vancouverites trial out the door. I came in between waves of lunch rush, slipping in as the swells form and go. Clean white walls, pale wood tables, and soft lighting make for a smooth ambience full of chattering tables....
Revolver

Fable

Hard to distinguish hipster from Vancouverite, but that’s probably the Toronto in me talking. Six of the nine wait staff wore plaid (back of house working in a lovely open kitchen monopolizing the restaurant’s front wore black). The washroom toilet paper was held on...
Revolver

Oh My Gyro!

The Bearded Butcher and the Strange Baker often show up to my place with trays of rice or garlic potatoes and gyro meat slathered in garlic and hot sauce from here. The furthest I could manage for food today was half a block from my house, and so I returned home on...
Revolver

Icha Tea

The Strange baker and I slipped past the gaggle of giggling winter coats to the tea bar at the back of Icha Tea’s deceptively long restaurant. Beyond the bar were tables spaced far apart, and so we were seated in comfort and relative quiet. While I know near nothing...