This is going to be tough to hear. Every once in a deep cobalt blue moon, extremely rarely, immensely never, you are wrong. I know it sounds insane, almost even impossible, but sometimes your big beautiful brain full of opinions can get the best of your judgement. Don’t be angry. Let me explain:
Blue Water Cafe has always been one of those restaurants you tend to avoid. I don’t know what the hell it ever did to you, but for some reason, ever since that weirdly anticlimactic date with that gorgeous poet who’s dinner you ultimately had to pay for, Blue Water has sadly fallen off your radar. And it isn’t fair. Not only does it have accolades aplenty (including an Award of Excellence from Wine Spectator and an embarrassment of riches in star-studded reviews), but it’s known as THE place to go in Vancouver for seafood. And you love seafood. Plus, it’s got the kind of bar you live for that seems to go on forever with pretty bartenders in hipster glasses serving out-of-this-world cocktails made out of crazy shit like grilled pineapple chilli syrup. Sure, the place can be a little sceney. But no one can steal a scene quite like you.
Thankfully that crazy Liz Taylor-meets-Karen from Will and Grace talent agent of yours was demanding enough to deter you away from yet another meal at The Flying Pig and hustle you into Blue Water before you could protest. Remember how welcoming and lovely the servers were as you teetered your Louboutine-clad feet to a prime place at that magnificent bar? And who could forget that perfectly chilled glass of Joie Noble Blend (so hard to find your favorite wine in this city of ours/yours!) that appeared within seconds of service, along with the day’s fresh sheet of to-die-for seafood delicacies to ravage?
Since the Joie may have gotten the best of you, based only on the fact that you and agent-extraordinaire Lisa decided to switch specs halfway through the meal for an impromptu photo shoot, I’ll remind you of some highlights from your meal:
Startlingly fresh albacore tuna goma-ae marinated in soy and sesame….
Wildly rich and sublimely sweet red sea urchin trifle with avocado cream, peruvian gooseberries, and ponzu jelly……
Salty and wonderful marinated anchovies with parmesan and pearl barley…..
….. not to mention enough expertly crafted sushi rolls made by raw bar rockstar chef Yoshiya Maruyama to shake a gold-encrusted stick at.
Why on earth were you depriving yourself for so long of such riches? You could have been perched at that bar on a weekly basis, slurping oysters and hobnobbing with Vancouver’s foodie regime this entire time! Heck, if you’d been at it since you moved back home four months ago, by now you’d be regime queen!
So listen. Try to stay open-minded from now on. Stop being such a creature of habit. That Boneta poutine/Coast lobster flatbread/Campagnolo bowl of crispy chickpeas is always going to be there (godwilling). And just because a restaurant’s been such a staple for so long doesn’t mean it’s to be ignored; new doesn’t always equal great. Sometimes the old tried and true is worth another chance. Sometimes. Don’t go calling that poet again just yet.
PS. Joie looks good on you.