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
I would never dare order alcohol in this restaurant. Never. It says it right on the printouts they stuck on their walls; they’ll check your I.D. if you look under fifty. I don’t think I have the courage. I don’t know how I would react if they don’t check my I.D. And then on the piece of paper glued to the wall right next to the alcohol deterrent they warn you that your car might be ransacked. I walked straight out of the place; without my coat; in sub-five-degree-weather. I walked into the parking lot to re-lock my car doors … Continue reading Tired and uninspired: Morak
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
My first dinner in Singapore. Seafood, of course. Where? I made reservations at each of the “Big Three” seafood restaurants: Melben at 7 p.m., Jumbo at 6 p.m., and No Signage Board at 5 p.m. I neurotically over-planned it because you can never be sure when you’re going to be needing to have dinner when you’re travelling with 5 kids. One minute they’re having an absolute blast roasting under the equatorial sun and the next minute…us grown-ups need to get our nearly-sunburnt selves away from the heat and into an air-conditioned box. It was 4:35 p.m. The sun made the … Continue reading Singapore: No Signage Board
“How’s your pork cutlet?” “huh?” “Your pork cutlet? How is it?” “Can you stop with the food questions? All you talk about is food.” “Well YOU ARE eating the pork cutlet right now. I just want you to tell me if it’s good or not.” “The breading is crispy but not crunchy, and the meat is tough – like a Korean.” “And you have personal knowledge in that department?” “What department? Tough meat? Plenty. I’ve had my share of overcooked pork cutlets.” “No. I mean Koreans. You have personal experience of their toughness?” “Yea, sort of.” “Sort of? How?” “There … Continue reading Tough: Dae Ji
A funny thing happened as I was reviewing my daughter’s way too detailed literary arts homework assignment: I remembered my own way-too-detailed reviews in my long forgotten non-blog. Maybe I should take my own advice and condense everything down to the bare essentials so that I don’t potentially bog down the reader with descriptive, memorable, but ultimately superfluous details that would certainly not register in the limited neural connections of the human brain. OK. Back to the real world… Tony’s beef noodle – a.k.a brother Wang’s beef noodle a.k.a Wango’s…more phonetically accurate not to mention more personable – has been … Continue reading Yea, I’m back…courtesy of my daughter’s homework assignment and Tony’s Beef Noodles.
It is rare that I eat alone, but I had to when I visited Yuu Japanese Tapas last week. I had a meeting in Richmond that extended from early afternoon into dinner time. It was too late to drive home for dinner. I had to find a spot to dine by my lonesome. My original plan was to pick up a bahn mi from the Chinese-operated Vietnamese place next door, but I randomly changed my mind at the last minute and decided to give Yuu a try. Yuu looked like a HK cafe. It smelled liked a HK cafe. The … Continue reading Isn’t this a HK Cafe?: Yuu Japanese Tapas