The dining pass is a soup, sandwich, and bonchaz for $6.50. Say whaaaaaaa?! Yep, SIX FIFTY! This is a steal, folks. A damn steal. Go buy one now. Seriously.
Despite my mother’s Southern roots, I’ve never had crawfish. Texas ≠ Louisiana and, apparently, there are some gaps in my knowledge and experience of Southern food. Having Emily with me filled those gaps. Also, she is very entertaining and I need to be constantly entertained.
Doughnuts are the best. The goddamn best. Don’t think so? Then you have a hole in your head. Kinda like how a doughnut has a hole in it. But you probably don’t taste as good. (If you do, leave your name and number below, so my lonely cat-people readers can call you. Hook-ups TONIGHT, Yo!)
I had the sad realization today that I haven’t written a Mac post in a long time. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t stopped eating mac’n'cheese; I just haven’t blogged about it.
So without further ado, here are my current favourite Vancouver Macs.
By the time we ate the sampler platter, we conceded that, yes, this is definitely a platter for two, even if you are super hung over from wild St. Patty’s Day partying, and then you went to an art auction and drank and bid (never a good idea), and then you went to your place with friends and drank some more, and then crashed without drinking enough water, and then woke up the next day and didn’t eat all day. Yes, even then, this platter serves two.
Do you love Indian cuisine? If you don’t, you are no friend of mine.
Waiting, waiting, waiting for the restaurant to finally open was agony: I love me a hot beef injection.