You know I’m not one for apologies. Same goes for helping you move, sleeping in a tent, wearing “flats”, and playing a team sport of any kind. But I love you so much, my loyal little readers, that I say a very solemn and heartfelt I’m sorry for slacking on this here blog for as long as I have. The truth is, it’s the middle of our two month summer here in Vancouver and it’s too bloody hot to do much else but slug pinot grigio from the couch in front of a fan. The other truth is I’ve fallen in a bit of a love fog with a tall blonde drink of water and most days are spent avoiding a rather lengthy and still-growing to-do list. What can I say? Life is short, and procrastination and me go hand in hand like Mario and Luigi.
Which leads me to my next bout of rambling: So I’ve found a new restaurant, and yes, it’s here in Vancouver where most of you don’t live. But I’ve fallen kinda hard for this one, and I’d like to profess my affection for him as publicly as I can. Ask For Luigi is not the type of slick Italian restaurant your grandfather makes his mob deals in (all of our grandpas are in the mob, right? Right, guys?), but instead prides itself on being a friendly, casual, neighbourly joint where you can sip your wine out of a little tumbler and kick your feet back and relax. You know me– I love fancy. But I love a place where you can laugh loudly and get spaghetti sauce on your shirt and no one looks at you funny. Also, like all Italian restaurants should, they serve a lovely little apertivo cocktail called The Spritz you should most definitely shove down your gullet to start the evening, and a nifty little wine board displaying which wines are on tap and which bottles are open. All bottles are opened on a two glass minimum ordering system, meaning when a fresh bottle is opened, a little bell dings and a new wine goes up on the board. It’s just like Super Mario if those little gold coins were fermented grapes! Imagine how hammered he would be! They’ve also got lotsa grappa so you can class it up in the end and digest all the delicious morsels you wolfed down, which I will entice you with below:
Don’t miss the ricotta ravioli served with sweet peas in a rosy sauce and if they have the chicken liver pappardelle please order that or I will never speak to you again. I know Mario usually gets all the credit, but I’d rather Luigi show up to save my ass in that castle’s dungeon any day.