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

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

Tokyo: Kyubei

I was going through my email trying to find the notes I took of the exemplary meal my wife and I had a Kyubei but I couldn’t find them…I don’t know what happened to them. I distinctly remembered typing the names of each individual piece of fish we were served along with their tasting notes on my phone, and I distinctly remembered emailing the rather lengthy note to myself. But nothing. I can’t believe it! The one time that I was able to take notes in a well-regarded sushi restaurant in Tokyo because I was being served by the rare … Continue reading Tokyo: Kyubei

Awful service, Hot room, and Fresh Yummy Fish: Sushi by Yuji

Until a week ago, I never realized why most respectable sushi restaurants did not have clear, floor-to-ceiling windows. Heat. Direct sunlight produces heat. Combine that with a sushi restaurant bare ready for lunch service with a bucket full of just-mixed sushi rice emitting vinegar in the form of steam and you get…A veritable sauna hot-circulating rancid, sour air through the respiratory systems of everyone in it. Sitting in Yuji’s at 12:01 P.M. on a weekday with weak service blasted by solar-generated heat and a vinegar-generated stench, my wife and I almost gave up on the place before our first pieces … Continue reading Awful service, Hot room, and Fresh Yummy Fish: Sushi by Yuji

20th century pricing and a sublime roll: Shiro

If the 21st century was a person, it’d be a teenager now. I remember when I was a teenager in the 90’s…gas prices were around 50 cents a litre, an album on CD cost around $15 (or more) , and entrees at Japanese-owned Japanese restaurants were priced at the $6 to $8 range. A litre of gasoline was ridiculously priced at around $1.40 when I filled up my car a few days ago. Entire albums can be purchased for only about $10 on iTunes. An order of katsudon at Shiro was priced at seven-and-a-half dollars. No, that is not a … Continue reading 20th century pricing and a sublime roll: Shiro

Light, light, and lite: Bistro Sakana

My original plan was to visit the new southern BBQ place on Denman for lunch today, but my wife convinced me that it would probably be a better idea to wait for the restaurant to work out its newly-opened-restaurant kinks before trying it out. Instead of finding another restaurant in the west end to dine at, we headed all the way across the downtown core (in less than 10 minutes) to Yaletown so that we could audition the food at Bistro Sakana. Since my wife, son, and I visited during lunch time, we ordered off of the restaurant’s lunch specials … Continue reading Light, light, and lite: Bistro Sakana