Mooshmouse

Cooked up four batches of chicken adobo for an eGulleter potluck dinner this evening. Here's one of the last two batches on the stove during the final stages of braising; you can just make out a hint of steam rising from the centre.

"Piscine Contest"... love this lithe turn-of-phrase Jamie! Thanks for this. I did remember that you had written a review, but the month had eluded me for a proper search through the VanMag archives. Merci bien! Mighty Moosh.... hmmm, maybe I'll have to get me a cape to go with those Yaletown slingbacks of mine. Edited because every post about Yaletown needs a good reference to Manolos and Jimmy Choos.

But a deli experience isn't a deli experience without smoked meat... any good Canadian can tell you that!

Info-light... ... I'm with you on that one! Since a good part of last week was a write-off in the health department, I haven't been able to do a walk-by, and it's tough to see anything of Ch'i from just driving past as it's rather set back from the road with a patio surrounding it. However, dear husband and I are thinking about checking this place out on Wednesday evening and I'll be sure to report back if we do. When are you going?

Thanks for this! I did a site search before I posted my query but, somehow, your review didn't come up. We're planning to head out with another couple, and Coast sounds like a great venue for a fun evening out. Greatly appreciated.

Me too! I have such a sweet tooth... Sometimes I just order an appetizer to save room for dessert. ← Since we're confessing... About 10 years ago, an equally sweet-toothed girlfriend and I went to the Sutton Place Hotel to indulge in their Chocoholic Buffet. We split a spinach and smoked salmon salad between the two of us and then dove straight into dessert. 2 1/2 hours later, we were the last table standing... or sitting and groaning, such as the case may be.

vin, welcome to the madhouse that is eGullet! As I'm such a coffee plebian, I'm really appreciating all of your learned comments. May I be so bold to ask which fair coffee establishment you're working at? Is it Prado?

Took a peek at the Coast DOV thread and noted Eric's and PaoPao's positive reviews therein... does anyone have reviews of non-DOV dining experiences there? We've never been and are considering it for our Dining Out For Life dinner. Thanks all!

Thanks Arne and 3WC for the directions to and reviews on Prado. I know exactly where it is now -- it used to be Artistico Greek Cafe. We went looking for it this morning and unfortunately drove right past without a clue. Ended up at JJ Bean where dear husband ordered an Americano (deemed to be good) and I had a latte (just okay). Will make attempt number two on a Prado reconnaissance mission tomorrow.

Where is Prado along The Drive: towards the north end or south end?

I believe there's a group of us who can attest to the 'goodness' of the sangria at Latin Quarter. Heck, we taste-tested 4 or 5 pitchers of it a couple of months ago, just to be sure.

Well, it looks like bubble tea... what's the Indian equivalent of bubble tea?

Thanks! I shamelessly wear my heart on my sleeve when it comes to my husband and son.

Was at Pair Bistro last Thursday evening for dinner with a girlfriend and posted about my dining experience on the "Truth be told" thread. Overall, a thoroughly enjoyable evening. Sure, West it's not, but definitely a comfortable neighbourhood restaurant. Food was good and service was friendly and attentive. I'll certainly go back!

Now that I'm finally vertical after spending days battling a cough, I can post my recent dining adventures on this thread. Dinner with a girlfriend at Pair Bistro last Thursday evening. My first time there... what a wonderfully relaxed room. Very comfortable, neighbourhood feel, decorated with First Nations artifacts. Warm, attentive service. As Pair doesn't take reservations, we arrived at 6:30 and were only the second table seated; however, the restaurant was packed by 8:00 p.m. Started with a Portini, made with blackberry port. Absolutely delicious... I could've easily had these with the rest of the meal! Appetizer was the Okanagan Wild Boar Proscuitto served with wild rice risotto, sun-dried cranberries, watercress (or were they pea shoots) and cabernet franc fig molasses. Unexpected and pretty presentation: they were plated like spring rolls, using the prosciutto as a wrap for the cranberries and wild rice. Great flavour on the wild boar, not too heavily smoked. Main course was the Pinot Noir Braised Spring Lamb Shank with sauteed wild BC foraged mushrooms, and a side of bannock bread. Lamb was falling-off-the-bone tender. Sauce nicely enhanced rather than overpowered the flavour of the lamb. Side order of bannock bread topped with grated mozzarella was heavenly... slightly sweet, not greasy at all. My least favourite of the three courses was dessert -- a Two-layer Chocolate Pave with sour cherry compote -- but only because I'm not a big milk chocolate fan. Texturewise, it was great, and the sour cherry compote was done well. However, the star menu item of the evening was the Cinnamon Sugar Yam Fries. Dear God. Cut into shoestrings, perfectly crisped on the outside with just a hint of softness inside. Unbelievably good. Stuck with BC wines for pairings: a glass of Kettle Valley Brakemans Pinot Noir/Merlot with my appetizer, and the Tinhorn Creek Cabernet Franc with the main course. A fabulous evening overall and I'll definitely be heading back for another meal soon... those yam fries are calling my name. Light Saturday brunch at Pane From Heaven. Waffles with sliced kiwi fruit and strawberries, served with raspberry and mango (?) coulis and a dollop of pastry cream. Absolutely delicious, and an amazing deal at $4.95! A nostalgic dinner last night with Mr. and Junior Mouse at a White Spot drive-in. We remembered how much we enjoyed doing this as kids and thought it was high time that we brought number one son for his first drive-in experience. Huge fun! Zucchini sticks and clam chowder for me, chicken strips and caesar salad for dear husband, and a fish and chips Pirate Pak for our little guy (complete with gold chocolate coin, of course). Blueberry shakes all around, some of the best in town. As a sentimental aside, the last time we'd done this was about three weeks after Noah was born. It was an August evening, and we had tucked our sleeping infant into his car seat for a drive. We sat at the West Broadway White Spot and had cheesecake and blueberry shakes, sunroof open underneath a starry sky, while our newborn son slept peacefully in the warm summer night air. Wow, how time flies when you're having fun.

Having just recovered from the worst cough in all of Christendom, we've had to postpone our dinner at Adesso for two weeks. But I'm happy to read all of the excellent reviews... sounds like we've made the right venue choice and I can't wait!

Oooh, don't forget about Fiddlehead Joe's. Now that's a great place to sit and watch life go by... and they have doggie water dishes too.

Highly unlikely Vancouver. The speed at which I saw Ling obliterate her first one leads me to believe that there could be fisticuffs if anyone tried a switch-and-bait. Methinks I have created a ganache monster.

Ooooh. Wonder Bread, processed cheese slices and bologna. The tastes of childhood. All you're missing from that is the Miracle Whip. Maybe pickles too, but that'd be plain ole luxury. And then there's the culinary wonder that is Cheez Whiz. My Mom used to make sandwich filling out of Cheez Whiz mixed with chopped pimientos. Yes it's yummy... perhaps it's a Filipino thing. Go figure, but my husband could still truck through half a jar of the stuff if given the right crackers to spread it on.

Yeah?! - I've had some stupendous meals from Mark. Particularly when Yaletown was first opening up there was an italian place that he was cooking at and it was spectacular. ← I think that was Alabaster. Then it run by Adam Busby, who moved on to Cascabel ( Smoking Dog site ) , then to Dubrule Culinary school . ← Gotta put in my two cents for Alabaster. Brilliant food in a warm, inviting room. One of my long-gone faves.

After being sidelined from cooking last night with this horrendous cough, I figured that comfort food was in order for tonight's dinner. A thick and rich beef stew with pureed roasted tomatoes, onions, mushrooms, potatoes, carrots and celery. Served with a sliced mini-loaf of artisanal multi-grain bread for sopping. Behemoth, you go with that peanut butter and jelly! Great looking sandwich Bilrus... garlic is good for what ails you. Daniel, sign me up for one of those burgers. And Susan, your sea scallops in lemongrass broth look and sound delicious. Get well to all those (including me) feeling less than perfect!

Damn near had a heart attack when I found A Cook's Tour airing at 8:00 p.m. this evening on Food Network Canada. Did anyone else manage to catch it? It was the Australian episode when Bourdain journeys through the Outback to Tetsuya's in Sydney.

Two days ago: Cinnamon sugar yam fries. Officially one of my new favourite things! They were sliced almost matchstick size, wonderfully crisped on the outside with just a hint of softness once I bit into them. My girlfriend and I demolished an enormous pile of these in no time and I've been jonesing for more ever since. Yesterday: A cappucino made with beans from Stumptown Roasting in Oregon.

baiser= to fuck= gutter French. Baiser "must" be used with the qualifying verb and preposition in sentences. On it's own baiser simple translated means "to kiss". As in English words need to be added, who to kiss, give me a kiss, etc... (even in the slang sense, who or what or where or how or when to fuck) There is no native speaker of French who tell you that baiser on it's own means "to fuck" as the proper definition. They might tell you that it means to "to kiss", but it can also be slang for "to fuck". ← Sentential use is exactly what I was driving at. That aside, my uncle's favourite pronunciation of hors d'oeuvres is horse divorce.

Your boyfriend was so robbed!!! Did I call that one, or did I call that one! Of course, you realize that you'll just have to buy him another one. Or two.