Meals

The George Street Diner

Alright, back at it! It’s been a while since I’ve written up food; the Edible the Hungry Podcast has been taking up most talking points and going over the same places and meals twice feels a bit like beating a dead horse sometimes. I suppose that might tenderize the horse, but still. So I wander …

Duke of Richmond

While waiting out two and a half hour service for a new battery, I decided on a tavern nearby instead of heading home and then back. Already a pint of Guinness in before I sequestered myself in a squashy black booth, I decided on lunch instead of further drink. The waitstaff are all smiles, red …

Hana Korea

Sometimes, all you want is a quiet table in an underground restaurant with a stone bowl of something warm and spicy. Hana Korea delivered just that, and so it has my thanks. Bowls of noodles, beans, potatoes, kimchi (like, a cup of kimchi; they really like kimchi), and rice filled my table. And that sauce, …

Nota Bene

I immediately feel underdressed. I unruffled and tuck in my shirt. My lack of jacket and square, dress pants and clean shaven face leaps out at me among the crowd. I feel the grungy PI wanderered into high society. A man I imagine the manager walks straight back around the floor. Every step,m every motion …

Fune

Down a burgundy and black spiral lies the unerground Funé, an elegant Japanese and boat-sushi establishment. A long chain of half-metre long wood boats float in an eternal circuit around the sushi chefs carving up wonderfully fresh slabs salmon. Before my meal’s end, a small tower of colourful plates have appeared at my elbow, each …

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. Meat and Bread was closed …

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 monolpolizing the restaurant’s front wore black). The washroom toilet paper was held on antlers. Our group of six waited for a few minutes on …

Jun Sushi Japanese Restaurant

With the trendy place full, a delicious known quantity, we head down the street and try an unknown Japanese restaurant, helpfully (even sarcastically) labelled. Simple walls hung with lamenated pictures of party trays and combos. It’s good to have fresh sashimi, where the squid and surf clam aren’t rubbery but tender, the tuna is sweet, …

A&W’s Airport Breakfast

The painfully synth syrup congealed like spilled blood on my plate as travellers and air commuters wander past. Some stride with a purpose, heading to their gate with the grim determination of people with a job to do. A woman tows a child behind her; the young boy clutches a pillow. He wears pyjamas and …

Johnny G’s Cafe

The Violet Heathen and I wanted a drink and were wandering down Parliament. What looked like a dingy pub from the outside, Johnny G’s, turned out to be a dingy greasy spoon breakfast spot. It being the middle of the afternoon, we asked after a drink, but our choices were a pitcher of Canadian. Neither …