The Girl Who Ate Vancouver
Back home in YYC. Crackers and cheese and leftover leek and potato soup for dinner last night as we cranked the heat back on. If it makes you all in YYC feel any better, the wet, sloppy -1 in Vancouver didn’t feel much better than -20 in Calgary. Although it was nice to see a little green on the ground.
It was a fantastic, if busy, trip to Vancouver. The two and a half days we were there I was lucky enough to preview a few locations of the upcoming Dine Out Vancouver event, take a class at the hip Dirty Apron cooking school, visit Granville Island and the Pacific Institute of Culinary Arts (where, it must be said, I ate one of the best pain au chocolats of my life – and it was still warm), got a preview of one of Swallow Tail’s Secret Supper Soirées, and got a hard hat tour of the old Hotel Georgia (above) in the midst of her extreme makeover.
We got to check out some of the new street food carts (like Re-Up BBQ, specialists in pulled pork),
and met James & Amy of Vancouver Street Eats, who chatted as we (a group of mostly writers – all shuffling notebooks and cameras with mittened hands, trying not to drip ketchup, chili or noodles on ourselves) sampled all manner of dolled-up wieners at JapaDog.
If you visit their website, you’ll see their mission statement:
Our Mission: Making the world happy and alive through hot dogs.
I think I need to seriously rethink my own mission statement. Or come up with one, maybe. It might be something like this: TO LURE IN A RICH BOYFRIEND WITH A PENTHOUSE IN VANCOUVER. AND MAYBE NEW YORK, TOO.
M and W were confined to the hotel (not a bad thing, when you’re staying at a place like this) – Mike hobbling with gout, W not wanting to leave the (outdoor) pool. Nor the bathroom. Because you guys? Check out that mirror – see the grey rectangle in it? IT’S A TV, EMBEDDED IN THE MIRROR.
You know, in case you need to watch your stock prices as you pluck your old lady chin hairs first thing in the morning.
Yesterday morning, people watched in awe out the window of their warm rooms at me, shivering in a long coat and umbrella beside the pool as W showed me his tricks.
Doesn’t this look like it was taken in the seventies? On my to-do list: play around with photoshop. (It’s more fun than: redo blog index and organize filing system.)
Also on my to-do list: make dinner tomorrow.
January 13 2011 | leftovers | 20 Comments »
