Buca

Buca

As I’ve said before, I’m a creature of habit. I like what I know. I realize how boring that makes me sound, but it’s the truth. I’m a planner, a list-maker, a neurotic weirdo who wears the same perfume for years on end and the kind of person who equates the risk of trying anything(…)

A Meatloaf Even a Father-in-Law Could Love

You know that curmudgeon of a Scottish father-in-law I told you about?  The one who can’t eat a single meal without a potato in it, and gives me a death stare anytime I dare serve him a plate of pasta? He’s hard to cook for. As in, I kind of go into a state of(…)

Hey Vancouver! I Miss You.

Hey Vancouver! I Miss You.

  A few weeks ago, I got to spend a blissful two weeks in my hometown of Vancouver, British Columbia, smack-dab in the middle of Vancouver’s best time of year: July. It’s sunny and warm and beach-worthy, and the city’s glowing and the Yaletown patios are packed with bellini-chugging waste cases all dressed up with(…)

Straight Up Porn

Straight Up Porn

  (….I’m gonna get spammed because of that title, aren’t I?) So, yes. I’ve told you about this restaurant before. But I don’t care. Know why I don’t care? Because it’s my blog and I can cop out if I want to. And because I went back there last Saturday night and gave the chef(…)

Did Somebody Say Pig Roast?!

Did Somebody Say Pig Roast?!

Contrary to popular opinion, my favorite phrase is not “Happy Hour”. Nor is it “Shoe Sale at Barney’s!”. Or even, “Anybody want these Beyonce tickets?”  No, my friends. My very favorite phrase, the sentence that makes me start salivating instantly and jumping for carnivorous joy is: “Pig Roast”. Maybe it’s all those years spent on(…)

To Beer or Not To Beer (Part 2)

To Beer or Not To Beer (Part 2)

  You didn’t think Part 2 was coming, did you? You probably thought I’d abandoned ship on my backbreaking task to edumacate myself on all things beer, where I vowed to learn about its intricacies and complexities and frothy, hoppy goodness, only having instead fallen down a wine rabbit hole, never to resurface to pay(…)

The Yard in Santa Monica

The Yard in Santa Monica

This is going to be a real whammie, guys– but I’m a big fan of Top Chef. I’ve seen every episode of every season, and every episode of every spin-off season.  I know every Restaurant War intimately, can name every winner in order, and have cried tears of envy over Padma Lakshmi’s wardrobe.  I am(…)