Ramen is Ramen is Ramen: Ramen Danbo

Forgive me for being crass, but to me all good ramen pretty much taste the same. Sure, the broth may be thicker at one place, the chashu fattier at another place, and the noodles thinner at yet a third place, but when it comes right down to it, when the flavours and textures meld together to become mouthful after mouthful of noodle soup in my mouth, I can’t really discern much of a difference between the shio ramen from Santouka, Kintaro, or Motomachi Shokudo. To tell you the truth, I can’t honestly say that there is a huge difference between … Continue reading Ramen is Ramen is Ramen: Ramen Danbo

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

Taipei: Fresh Station

It seemed entirely possible to bypass the brunt of the thing with a quick five minute drive to the restaurant. The basement was its usual damp-smelling self when I went down to pick up the car. There were a few little puddles here and there, but those came more from the carwash lady washing the cars than from any sort of flooding. And the rain wasn’t really that bad when I left the garage. There was maybe a medium drizzle accompanied by an almost imperceptible breeze. Typhoon schmyphoon. Exaggerate. That’s the bread-and-butter of all-news channels in Taiwan. Where’s the knee-deep … Continue reading Taipei: Fresh Station

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 got back – when I found the Japanese documentary “The god of ramen” in the depths of the in-flight entertainment system. The movie was sad. I almost shed my virgin documentary tears for it. It … Continue reading The god of ramen: Taishoken

Taipei: Addictive Aquatic Development

I love the name of this place; so contrived. In fact, everything about Addictive Aquatic Development seems deliberate and ¬†purpose-driven. Its location, for example, is brilliantly chosen. It’s located behind a commercial fruit marketplace and a commercial vegetable market. It is surrounded by butchers and fishmongers and loads of other traditional open-air meat and produce vendors. It is boxed between a highway and the the runway of the second-busiest airport in the city. It is physically located in a building that housed a wholesale seafood marketplace. Addictive Aquatic Development itself serves as a stylized seafood market with tanks and pools … Continue reading Taipei: Addictive Aquatic Development

Homestyle Japanese: Aotoya Blue Door

As a food-crazed man, I’m a firm believer in fostering a strong curiosity of food in my offsprings. I want to accustom them to the multitude of flavour and textural profiles present in various cuisines so that I can nurture their inner bon vivant. I encourage them to be adventurous with regards to meal choices and to always opt for unfamiliar and possibly eye-opening dining experiences whenever possible. If the opportunity presents itself, I allow them to personally choose the dining adventure that they wish to embark on. …That’s actually bending the truth just a little bit. I got a … Continue reading Homestyle Japanese: Aotoya Blue Door

Too Little, Too Sweet: Shishinori

My review of the food my wife and I had at Shishinori might be a little skewed. We were super hungry when we visited and we didn’t know that the restaurant was one of those that served healthy-ish food in “healthy” portion sizes. I had just burned through 1387 calories after a 2-hour cardiorespiratory exercise and my wife probably burned just as much with her shorter-in-duration-but-way-more-intense-in-exertion workout. Even though we were not looking to replenish the calories with oily, carb-heavy junk food, we were definitely looking for a meal that would satisfy our hunger(s). I take full responsibility for not … Continue reading Too Little, Too Sweet: Shishinori