Food Truck: Eat Chicken Wraps

You see something enough times and your mind starts getting its own ideas. You don’t want your mind to take over. You want your brain to stay firmly planted in the present, in reality; you hate it when it wanders off into a mind of its own and becomes that mind. You want it to plainly process the information your eyes pass on and for … Continue reading Food Truck: Eat Chicken Wraps

Ardor: Baoqi

Dear pho of Baoqi, Embrace me. Take me into your arms. Envelop me with you warm, sweet fragrant stock. Allow me to stroke the tendrils of your velvety rice noodles. Caress me all over with slices of your tender, raw beef. Overwhelm my senses with you unending leafs of basil. Nurture me with the the pure manna within your bean sprouts. Throw me upon the … Continue reading Ardor: Baoqi

The New York Slice: Ludica Pizzeria

I had imagined that we were going to have a grand ole’ time trying out the board games at the restaurant and I was right. I almost felt like I wanted the pizzas to come later to our table than┬áthe more-than-a-long-while that it took them to arrive. I know for a fact that the kids weren’t particularly happy to be served their lunches in the … Continue reading The New York Slice: Ludica Pizzeria

Bad Kim Bop Is Better Than No Kim Bop: Ma Sarang at the H-Mart Robson food court

Jap Chae, Kim bop, and Korean spicy sweet fried chicken; three items surprisingly hard to find together in the same restaurant locally. It is rather easy to find Korean places that serve jap chae. A fairly substantial subset of these places also serve variations of sweet spicy fried chicken. But kim bop is rare. Hardly any Korean restaurant outside of Coquitlam have it on their … Continue reading Bad Kim Bop Is Better Than No Kim Bop: Ma Sarang at the H-Mart Robson food court

Subjectively subjective: Uncle Fatih’s (pepperoni) Pizza

My son thinks he looks like an artist. My wife thinks he looks more like a mafioso. I think Faith is a girl’s name. My daughter thinks the slices of pepperoni taste like ham. My son disagrees with my daughter. His opinion is that the pepperoni is spicy. None of the rest of us agrees with him. The pepperoni is most definitely not spicy. I … Continue reading Subjectively subjective: Uncle Fatih’s (pepperoni) Pizza

Have We Been Here? Stepho’s on Robson

“Is this Greek place new?” “…ahhmmm…I think it’s always been here.” “Then what’s with the ‘Now Open’ sign?” “To attract new customers?” “Really? Look at the lineup.” “Woah, I don’t recall ever seeing a lineup here before.” “Let’s try it.” “You sure you want Greek? You don’t like Greek. You don’t have to try it for my sake…” “I suggested it.” “True.” We walk in. … Continue reading Have We Been Here? Stepho’s on Robson

The god of ramen: Taishoken

OK…maybe not directly related to the god of ramen, but probably a disciple of his. If not a disciple then certainly the disciple’s disciple or the disciple’s disciple’s apprentice. I think it was on one of those trans-Pacific flights in which I was trying to stay awake for the whole flight – so that I wouldn’t have to adjust to the time difference when I … Continue reading The god of ramen: Taishoken

Quality or quantity for nine fifty? Nosherie

When the weather starts getting cold and the rain starts getting relentless, when their combined effects contribute to the attrition of the walkers of the sidewalk, the jaywalkers of the pavement, and the tourists who did not rent cars, when the act of simply walking from point A to point B for any and all purposes turns from a joy to being unbearable, THAT is … Continue reading Quality or quantity for nine fifty? Nosherie