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Keith Talent

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  1. There's a Halal Muslim place at the Richmond Public Market in the food court. I've not tried it, looks authentic. I'm not 100% certain of the appeal of lamb dusted with tons of cumin and not much else. Who knows, it wouldn't be the fisrt thing I don't understand. I refuse to try Halal Chinese until I can get sauteed camal pad. Or would that not be halal?

    And Shanghai Wind is like Vij's. Go before six or after nine.

  2. It's on Number Three Road betwen Park and Cook, across the street from the Sears at Richmond Centre, in a strip mall called "Times Square". But don't tell anyone else. And I'd personally appreciate it if after your eat you posted here how "bad" it was, and how you'll never return and how we're untrustworthy. Thanks.

  3. Aparently, and I am hesitant to post this, as it sounds too good to be true, and I don't want to get your hopes up but Target has teamed up with a native Chicago hot dog operator for thier stores. Bellingham here I come! Add the super secret taco wagon on Guide Meridian I was tipped off about by a real live Mexican and a road trip is overdue.

  4. Good hot dogs are entirely situational. It's neither the weiner nor the condiments that make a good dog, but the environment and situation you eat it in.

    And beside, the best hot dogs in the city are found at golf courses, no question what so ever. A bad golf course hot dog is ten times better than one of those dirty street cart dogs cooked by some marginal workforce participant with a drinking problem and a lack of understanding why fingers should remain outside of nostrils. Besides, (and I can't beleive I even have to explain such basic fundementals to a group of food enthusiasts,) a hotdog with out a beer is like Arnie without his delete button, Neil without hangar steak or Maw without sexual puns.

    Hot dogs belong on golf courses and at baseball parks. No grass? No dog. Simple. Anyways surrounded by the culinary Disney that is Vancouver, who eats cart dogs anyways? Weird.

    And Ikea dogs are the only possible exception to the above rule. They make me nostalgic for Hot Dog Day at elementary school. One taste and you can detect that you are eating the cheapest foodstuff known to mankind. Even at a buck I gaurantee the have a profit margin on raw materials that would make the operators at Lift blush. Serving buckets of sand and gravel would have a higher food cost than Ikea dogs. And for that I love them.

  5. A duck? Stuffed with sausage? And ham?

    See, this is exactly why I'm so pissed off with all of you. Who here knew about this supposed bird? I'm not 100% convinced that chocomoo isn't having us on, winding us up as it were. You know the old chestnut about something sounding too good to be true.

    For the record, if anyone else stumbles across anything else as seemingly delicious as the mythical 8 treasure bird, I'd like to know about it.

  6. Sounds similar to the absolutely superb Taco Supreme, with an added frying step. Taco Supreme is a regular crisp taco shell with the regular fixings, encased in a soft tortilla shell which as adhered to the hard taco with miracle adhesive, refried beans.

  7. I'm coming out to enjoy a Persian feast, take my pet rat for a walk after lunch, maybe defecate in the alley then buy some organic arugala.

    Seriously though, I'd be willing to support it based on Pauls post alone, I'm not one for political action, but if i can antagonize a bigot while supporting a local farm, it's a win all around.

    Lets us know how it is. If it's even halfway decent I'll add it to the Talent family farm market rota.

  8. Fresh potatoes are poorly suited for fying at the moment, this is because they are the tail end of last years crop kept in cold storage for the past 9 months (if I understand correctly). Maybe it's in a restaurants best interest to use frozen rather than fresh product from now until the current crop is suitably mature.

    I detect a resistance to frozen, as that contavenes the mantra of local/fresh/blah blah blah. I want my food to be the best possible, and if forgoing fresh for frozen achieves that, then so be it. We accept it for fish, why not potatoes?

    Or have I missed your point?

  9. Duh! Wild Rice was designed for pre GM Place events. Empty and quick early, plus parking is "almost" free in front (and plentiful) plus a semi-pleasant three block walk after dinner, depending on the concentrations of street people. The best part is traffic is light post show in the neighbourhood, opposed to the struggle to get out of one of the onsite parking lots.

    Definately, Wild rice. Or maybe Chambar.

  10. You are going to end up a bitter, lonely old drunk if you aren't careful. 

    We all have goals.

    And if we feel the need to add some local farmers market selections to dads day, to keep on topic and preventing Arnie from bringing out the ban hammer, the Mt. Kokeli by Little Qualicum Cheese Works would make, err scratch that MAKES a superb accompanyment to malted distilled beverages. Available at Trout Lake market, natch. Beware the roving hippies while purchasing. Why do they all feel the need to wear pants with pictures on them, or at very least strong geometric patterns? Yeah we get it, you feel a strong affinity to the agrarian maoist rebels of Gautemala. Put the pan flute down.

  11. See here's my problem. If frozen potatoes yield a better product at this time of the year, THEN USE FROZEN POATOES. It's such an irritating conciet to compromise quality in an effort to claim to use fresh products. The above pretty much sums up everything that is wrong with the local/sustainable/blah blah blah monement.

  12. I plan on making for our Father's Day tea.

    As a father, I can assure you your father would prefer a Fathers day everyone leave him the hell alone with a bottle of Dewars perhaps. Dad's don't drink tea. Dads don't have "teas". Don't torment the poor man. If you must do something to him other than leaving him in complete blissful silence, and belive me the prime option is not talking, barbecue great hunks of rare meat with him.

  13. Ergo the list is total shit and should only be relied upon by flat footed nylon windbreaker wearing sloth like yokels from Iowa. Conde Naste is for a demographic that while moronic, can almost read.

    Everytime I read ANY travel magazine regarding ANY destination I've ever been to, they miss almost everything good about a place, and manage to dig up a few obvious suggestions. Call it the Capilano Suspension Bridge effect.

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