Toni and I had just returned from a cold, bleak trek across the beaches of Merville (chronicled in Part 1) laden down with bags of watercress and jacked up on coffee and the promise of more food-related adventure.
“I think we passed a farm on our way here. You ‘wanna check it out?” Toni gunned the engine and smiled her mega-watt mad grin at me, “I’m game.” Read More
Ever since we ate at The Nest Bistro, I’ve been playing around with the idea of cheffing-up a brie-stuffed chicken breast. It’s such an easy way to add a whole lot of flavour and moisture to an oftentimes dry and tasteless bit of bird! If only there was a way to make it a bit less like the chicken cordon bleu you’d eat down at TGI McFunsters and a tad more cool. Read More
I like to imagine the moment when Chicken and Waffles were first united like this:
It’s 5:30am. The all-night fry-joint is just getting ready to flip over for morning service. The waitress is giving the corner table it’s millionth wipe before putting on coffee. Hasn’t been a customer for two hours, and won’t be for another hour and a half. The lone dude in the kitchen has pre-maturely drained the fryers, and is soaking the flat-top in grease, preparing it for the 7am landslide of eggs and breakfast sausages. He’s completely on autopilot, eyes un-focused. He hates the night shift, and wonders if there’s any coffee left… Then the door bell sounds.
What the hell? Who wants to eat at 5:45am? Read More
Crystal and I spent almost twenty minutes prowling the middle of freaking nowhere Nanaimo looking for The Nest Bistro, a highly recommended chef-owned joint which we had made dinner reservations for. We’d already passed a Phillipino mother smoking and breastfeeding in her doorway, a drunken soon-to-be domestic call two doors down and an elderly man with no shirt and one shoe chasing a cat back and forth across the road. It felt, magically, like we were back in our old neighbourhood in East Van – At first glance kind of ghetto, but the Tibetan prayer flags over everyone’s door made it okay. Read More
After a gruelling week at work, the serenity of a Sunday afternoon is precious to me. Get up late, brew a pot of coffee or tea, stare awestruck out the back window at the shivering green backyard, listening to the light “thuck” of my bamboo wind chimes…
it’s so chill. Read More