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 …

Cartems donuts

Donuts and hot chocolate for dessert in keeping with Vancouver’s Hot Chocolate Festival winding down. Tall ceilings and modern art hang on the walls. The campfire hot chocolate comes with a chewy s’more on a stick, not very graham cracker, but a pleasant lump of marshmallow. Not too sweet but frothy and smoky. Three donuts …

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 …

Page One Cafe

Tucked away a side street beside Ryerson is a bar cafe I must have walked past a hundred times. Quaint, dim, decorated with typewriters, books and squashy couches, the cappuccino I enjoyed while the the Ardent Fashionista celebrated her birthday was more than enough to lure me back. Beyond that, I met someone quite interesting, …

Kinton Ramen Eglinton

After five days trapped indoors due to sickness, I forced myself out into the wintery world in order to dine with the Judicial Minx. I reached Kinton Ramen early, and after dancing with a stranger at the door to enter, I sat near the back and spent several minutes watching the kitchen work. There’s a …