Bona Fide Pirates: Kyzock

They could not have been more honest about who they were and what they were about to do to you. Pirates. Kyzock(s). Thieves of the sea. For a few bucks more, they’ll give you a lot less than the competition. What a value proposition! They propose to rob you blind right in front of your eyes in broad daylight. High sea hijinks at the expense of the unaware consumer right in the core of downtown Vancouver within walking distance of the Pacific Ocean. I wonder where the five pieces of raw seafood that comprise the “Gorgeous Chirashi Don” that I … Continue reading Bona Fide Pirates: Kyzock

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 it to focus on the task at hand. You want to drive safely. You brain tells itself to stay disciplined and not be distracted. And yet your head turns. Your mind wanders. It points your … 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 trapeze of your beef balls. Dear betel -leaf wrapped beef vermicelli of Baoqi, Grant me the power of our complacent leaders as my chopsticks tightens around you like them upon their stogies. Confer upon me … 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 middle of our game. The game we were playing turned out to take up too much of the surface area of our table for us to continue playing it while simultaneously handling our food. We … 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 menu. Why? Is it because it is too simplistic of a food item? Maybe. Is it because it is too homely of a dish? Perhaps. But why not? If the hundreds upon thousands of local … 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 point out that it is the sauce that is spicy. My wife points out that the sauce is sweet and not hot at all. My daughter concurs and says that it is the pizza that … 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. We are told that there is a fifteen minute wait. We wait 15 seconds. We are led to a two-top. We are surrounded young, obviously foreign men and women. We look at the menu. The … Continue reading Have We Been Here? Stepho’s on Robson