Get ready for this shocking revelation:
I really like romance. Especially a new romance. I’m a cheesy little sucker for a sweet surprise, a heavy meeting of the eyes across a crowded bar, public displays of love and affection, and fervent, hot-blooded, can’t-get-enough-of-you uninterrupted trysts that last for days on end. The conventional bores me. A predictable routine tires me. And don’t get me started on the trite. I need excitement in my life, and nothing gets me more excited about a new love. So, here goes, world: I’ve got it bad.
Bambudda is yet another amazing restaurant in Vancouver’s Gastown, which has now turned into our very own little hipster restaurant row, except with less fedoras and a thankfully considerate absence of bullshit hipster food ie. quinoa meatballs and menus entirely made up of salads. (FYI: when I go to dinner, a salad does not make a meal. It is also a terrible entree choice when you plan on drinking any sort of alcohol because you will inevitably barf in your date’s hair and/or shoes, so ladies, please eat actual food, for the love of god). I love Gastown because it’s always a good time, its clientele consists of insanely pretty people refreshingly happy to give you the time of day, and it’s teeming with fabulous restaurants and bars with super friendly bartenders. Or at least they sure as heck are friendly to me. But enough surprises.
Bambudda calls itself a modern chinese restaurant, but I think it’s more than that. There’s something really special and refined about what they’re doing, like an artistic version of dim sum, modern and west coast with such a blatant respect for letting a quality ingredient shine. It’s also comforting and rich, the kind of food that makes you smack your lips and want to sit in the chef’s lap, if classy ladies like me did things like that. Haha! Hi, Chef’s lap! Some of what we had:
I should tell you that Bambudda has some really hot I mean knowledgable bartenders who know how to whip up a special cocktail to go with that delectable meal of yours (my favorite is the Fitzgerald– gin, rose tea syrup, and cava, and crowned with a teeny little red rose just because Bambudda is so full of romantic surprises). I’m not sure if the word’s out yet or not, since it was rather dead in there on a Friday night, but this place deserves to be a success. And don’t you want to be sort of responsible for someone else’s success? Of course you do! So go fall in love, will ya?