Wine AND Waterfalls?!

Wine AND Waterfalls?!

There are plenty of things I love about being Canadian. Free healthcare, fresh water clean enough to drink pouring bountifully out of the taps, evergreens and prairies and mountains as far as the eye can see, being able to say the word “hoser” in a sentence and not be judged for it… We have a(…)

416 Snack Bar

416 Snack Bar

I’m going to tell you something I probably shouldn’t. It’s not something I’m proud of, and it’s certainly not something any respectable foodie would go blabbing about on their amateur blog on the Internets. But I’m only human, and we’re all friends here, and for the sake of this particular restaurant review, I gotta come(…)

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(…)