Restaurant Reviews

Over the Rainbow to Kansas City

Over the Rainbow to Kansas City

As a little born and bred Canadian girl, I never thought I’d say this: but man do I love Kansas City, Missouri. I have a weird life. I got lucky enough to audition for a show ten years ago (Firefly) that turned into a little cult hit with the most dedicated orange hat-wearing, Hero Of(…)

Let’s Cross That Bridge When We Come to It

Let’s Cross That Bridge When We Come to It

I’m a bit of a downtown snob. I grew up in the thick of the city in Vancouver’s west end, surrounded by high rises and colorful walks of life (crazy homeless people and drag queens), sirens and crowds and traffic being a normal contingent in my backyard.  I didn’t have a picket fence or a(…)

Objection: Sustained

Objection: Sustained

Guys, I’m kind of on the fence. So there’s this lovely restaurant here in Vancouver called Forage, celebrating and relentlessly committed to sustainable food and drink.  I like a sustainable restaurant.  I think it’s important to try our best to eat local, and it’s just plain old better for you to stay away from food sprayed(…)

Cut to……

Cut to……

Holy moly, Vancouver, have I found a goodie for you. But first, let me say that finding decent Spanish food in this city has been tough times. Aside from the old institution that shall remain nameless because they’re so sweet there but I got food poisoning from some shitty rotten scallops and on a date(…)

A Toast to Halifax

A Toast to Halifax

I should probably be posting something Christmasy or holiday-y, because ’tis the season and all that, and lord knows we just haven’t got enough holiday bullshit I mean cheer to stuff our stockings with quite yet. But I just had to tell you about a trip I took to somewhere far, far, not-that-far-but-it-sure-feels-far-if-you’re-flying-coach: Halifax, Nova(…)

True Love

True Love

First a disclaimer: if you’ve been around since the beginning of this here blog, you’ve already heard of this place.  You’re also so obviously and wonderfully devoted to me and know me like the back of your hand at this point (and probably get the urge to give me a back-hand from time to time,(…)

‘Budda Me, Baby

‘Budda Me, Baby

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.(…)