On this trip, I was alone…. What this meant was that I didn’t have to go to Teriyaki Point, where Little Man likes to feast on plain white rice and a small skewer of teriyaki shrimp. I could go anywhere I wanted. I wanted Mexican.
What tastes better than fat? Fat and beef, that’s what.
Ok, so a little about my new series, Meat Fighter.
The background: I wanted to run a Versus series that pitted two burgers against each other.
The name: Obviously inspired by the 80s/90s video game, Street Fighter.
For those of you who aren’t on the up and up on Street Fighter, despite the fact that I am utterly disgusted with your ignorance at the moment, I will share a little about the video game from the “most trusted source for information,” Wikipedia.
Portland, how I miss you! I miss your quaint old neighbourhoods and how everyone bicycles everywhere whenever possible. But I especially miss how you actually have Hawaiian food, unlike Vancouver. Sure, Urbanspoon lists one Hawaiian restaurant in the Lower Mainland, but I looked up the menu and it is NOT Hawaiian food.
Burger Burger reminded me of the Burger Bar version of Bon’s Off Broadway, which I call The Greasiest of Greasy Spoons. Except that Burger Burger had all of the grime and none of the charm of Bon’s.
My friend Victoria sent me a text a few days ago. Apparently I needed to try breakfast at “Poultry in Motion” in White Rock. Huh? What kind of name is that? Sounds like a butcher’s shop or a meat market that deals exclusively in fowl. Do I really want to eat breakfast from a place called Poultry in Motion?
We were greeted by an expressionless and monotone waitress droid, but I was so happy to be spending some time with my coworkers outside of work that I didn’t really notice too much.