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 …

Revolver

Touted as one of the great cafes in a city of coffee, I find myself preferring Revolver’s decor and location over its offerings. My five dollars got me one of the smallest, thinnest cappucinos of my life. Whether there’s expertise of quality beans at play, I couldn’t tell you. There were certainly an elegant array …

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 …