Hey, know that time I said I was feeling guilty about spending money and going out all the time indulging and I was going to do a whole series of blogs where I was cooking my favorite meals from home?
Hahahaha, oh Jewel!
Guilt and I are fickle acquaintances. I hear her out that one time a year when I do something wrong and an apology is in order, or when I cut someone off on the road because I’m late for yoga, or when I put my boyfriend’s sweater in the dryer by mistake and lie about it and tell him he’s just gained weight in the shoulders. But Guilt’s voice gets a little grating after awhile, and I start to miss my old pal Insolence and his circle of super fun friends, namely Sin Wagon, Life’s Short, I Do What I Want, and, most of all, Indulgence. Plus, who doesn’t want to be wine’d and dined for one lil evening after a week (okay, fine, three days) of cooking at home?
So I ventured out in search of a place I hadn’t been yet, and I came up with The Sardine Can in Gastown. I’ve already told you that Gastown is the place to be in Vancouver if you’re looking for a great meal, a good buzz, and a crowd that’s pleasingly non-douchy, and it looks like it’s getting bigger and better by the second in terms of good choices. And in a city that used to be dominated by chain restaurants where all the girls are wearing the same black pencil skirt and rattling off the “features” of the day (regular menu items they’re trying to sell more of) while serving frozen nightmare cocktails made of peach schnapps and cheap champagne, the more independent choices the better, please. The Sardine Can is a great new addition to town, specializing in Spanish tapas served in a tiny elegant hole in the wall with what looks like the world’s smallest kitchen. But as we know, good things come in small packages, right? I mean, pertaining to jewels. Like rings. Not the other thing. Look, who cares if it’s small as long as it delivers? And this place kinda goes above and beyond. They’ve got a great selection of Spanish beers and really interesting wines, and a whole slew of sherry if you live at Downton Abbey and that’s your thing. Service is friendly and on point, and there wasn’t a miss in the lot of dishes we tried. I was positively regaled, to sound like a total idiot. Highlights below:
You need to eat these things.
Bonus? If you pay cash, they’ll give you 10% off the bill. The only thing small about that is the amount of time it’s gonna take me to hustle back there. HA! See what I did there? Onward, fellow insolent fools!