Chambar Does Not Disappoint, Or how I spent my birthday weekend on an emotional rollercoaster
I tend to stretch my birthday from the actual date through the weekend following it, or from the weekend preceding it to the actual date, as was the case this year. Unfortunately, because my birthday was on the Monday, that meant that my birthday weekend was only a three-day weekend, which is not as good as when my birthday falls on a Wednesday.
Highlight on Hornby: Panz Veggie
Vegan? Oh hell no. This is all about the hot beef injection. I’m gonna die of a cow hormone overdose.
db bistro moderne: Vancouver breakfast at its best
(Insert low-brow joke about restaurant name representing customer service attitudes here.) I guess wearing your sweats may not be the best idea after all.
Yew Too Yummy
She was a 27-year-old waitress and she taught me a few things, two of which I will never forget. The second thing being to always tip 20%, minimum.
Burgoo, Round Two
The grilled cheese sandwiches and creamy, tomatoey bisque, brimming with crab meat, are what keep me going back again and again.
Waffle House: Adventures in Breakfast-eating
As we wheeled our way through the alley behind Waffle House, a crack whore was buying some rocks from a dealer. Nice. Oh New West, you never disappoint.
