The Intrepid Gastronomer: Ambrosia on a bun
The burger. The American classic. Few foods have become more ubiquitous with the cheap and fast meal than a hunk of beef overly garnished between two halves of a bun.
The burger. The American classic. Few foods have become more ubiquitous with the cheap and fast meal than a hunk of beef overly garnished between two halves of a bun.
Summer strolls are one of my favourite pastimes. I like nothing more than to walk down the street, watching people go by on their way to do this or that.
There’s a wealth of gourmet hamburger places in Vancouver where you can fill your face with cow flesh.
There is something very comforting about Italian food. Maybe it’s the warmth of a slightly spicy marinara, or the soft noodles filling your belly to bursting point.
America loves Chipotle, and I’ve never been quite sure why. It is one of the stops that my travelling companions have to make whenever we travel down to Seattle, but I have always viewed it as more of a Mexican Subway than any sort of must-have stop on an extremely short road trip.
The Lower Mainland is well-known for its proliferation of pizza shops. Everyone always seems to be on the run from one place to another, and we often don’t have time to sit down for a full meal.
The history of fish and chips is an interesting one. Originally brought to England in the 16th century by Jewish immigrants, it was a way of preserving food over the Sabbath before the days of refrigeration.
Sushi is a ubiquitous part of life in the Lower Mainland. We are blessed with a wealth of fresh water and fresh fish that very few metropolitan centres can boast. This has led to sushi restaurants being as common in Vancouver as lumberjack beards and yoga pants.
Memphis blues was started by a couple of guys who fell in love with southern barbecue and decided to bring the smoky flavour to Vancouver. I decided to check out the barbecue house named after what Men’s Fitness ranked the fourth fattest city in America and notorious for being the bane of vegetarians by putting meat in everything.
The Spud Shack is a quaint little place, nestled just off of the eastbound SkyTrain platform at New Westminster station. Their extensive beer and wine selection is scrawled out by deft hand in multicoloured chalk. I stopped by just in time for the dinner rush and the place was packed with a hip crowd of loyal customers.