food to miss your plane for

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52969245379203538542012-02-16T05:34:16.329-08:00food to miss your plane forInspired by real events which involved dumplings and a plane that left JFK without two passengers. this blog attempts to identify, and in some part justify, the foods worth missing your plane for.Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-77997268768882177202011-09-18T23:41:00.000-07:002011-10-24T10:00:16.243-07:00Lanna Thai – Vancouver, BC

If you've ever spent a week, a month, or if you're lucky a few months in Thailand, then you'll know that the fresh and incredibly spiced food served in beach shantys, hawker stalls and makeshift propane-tank-on-the-back-of-a-scooter 'restaurants' is almost irreplaceable. Somehow, a guy with a tarp over his scooter, one wok and burner, a lazy-eye and an engine-grease stained wifebeater is able to

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com2775 Denman St, Vancouver, BC V6G 2L6, Canada49.291741567469806 -123.1351947784423849.289152567469806 -123.14013027844238 49.29433056746981 -123.13025927844238tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-84846687405749922332011-05-01T17:41:00.000-07:002011-05-01T17:57:56.913-07:00Master of Mixologistic Administration

A little transcript from a rather heated little blog comment off Wandering Dumpling. I'd like to preface this with an apology to Boneta et al if it appears that I'm picking on you. I'm not, I'm just refuting the argument that cocktails are expensive because of the cost of inputs. They are expensive because we're willing to pay expensive prices for things that give us pleasure. You are pricing

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-90548834200939523672010-04-07T11:07:00.000-07:002010-04-07T11:26:20.022-07:00Basil Pasta Bar

Basil Pasta Bar is not necessarily food to missing your plane for, but definitely worth a mention.Here's the skinny: Basil is a quick pasta joint that allows you to either create your own pasta or order one of their selections. It's $8, there are no limits to toppings, and the pasta is cooked up as you order it, so it's fresh. There's not much not to like.The portions are huge. The ingredients

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-16387501215456456252010-03-29T12:35:00.000-07:002010-03-29T13:09:22.512-07:00Ferris' Oyster Bar - Victoria, BC

Dear Vancouver,Please go to Victoria, eat at Ferris’ Oyster Bar, and remember what life was like before you got so pretentious and bloody greedy. Regards, Food to Miss Your Plane For I don’t know when we all unanimously agreed to pay too much for pretty much everything, but somewhere along the line wittingly or unwittingly we accepted that $16 is a completely sane price for a burger.

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-19577833136308879992009-09-11T17:22:00.000-07:002009-09-11T17:45:19.419-07:00Wine of the Week - Courtesy of House Wine

2007 Ch. Mourgues du Gres, ‘Les Galets Rouges’ Costières de Nîmes AOC, France The coolness in the air announcing the arrival of the fall calls for a comforting red wine. There is no better place than the South of France to find a seductive and well priced bottle. A blend of Syrah and Grenache, ‘Les Galets Rouges’ has exotic lifted aromas of violet and game and bursts with flavours of

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-74006009254239982072009-08-02T23:53:00.000-07:002009-08-02T23:57:00.298-07:00Wine of the Week - Courtesy of House Wine

2007 Domaine des Ouches, Bourgueil rosé, FranceThe gorgeous weather keeps on begging for rosé; at least at our home. Loire producer Domaine des Ouches is keeping us company this week. Made with Cabernet Franc, it has beautiful crisp flavours of rhubarb and raspberries and just a hint of earthy notes. We especially enjoyed it with BBQ salmon.$21.90 - Available at Marquis Wine Cellars

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-76471674990834761842009-07-09T11:26:00.000-07:002009-07-09T11:33:56.786-07:00Wine of the Week - Courtesy of House Wine

2007 La Posta, ‘Estala Armando Vineyard’ Bonarda,Mendoza, Argentina This wine was the star at our most recent monthly tasting and it might just become our house wine for the summer. Originally from Italy and now the 2nd most planted red grape variety in Argentina, Bonarda crafts interesting and characterful wine. La Posta does a fine example. Packed with blackberries and dark plum flavours, it’

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-82750850601106391132009-06-29T23:37:00.000-07:002009-07-06T16:46:39.414-07:00Shakin' Not Stirred

Rather than the all insightful and deep probing articles that Food to Miss Your Plane For reader’s are accustomed to, this is a rather brief post aimed at the Vancouver local who likes to have a few martinis on a Friday night, and who also might enjoy nibble or two of dessert.If you are in the mood to find yourself at the wrong end of a bottle of Bombay Sapphire, but wish to maintain a semblance

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-88800529943381094482009-06-29T23:30:00.000-07:002009-06-29T23:37:30.974-07:00Wine of the Week - Courtesy of House Wine

2006 Domaine des Corbillières‘Les Demoiselles’ Touraine AOC, FranceA blend of 30% Malbec, 40% of Pinot Noir and 30% Cabernet Franc, ‘Les Demoiselles’ shows just how much diversity you find in the Loire Valley. Light yet packed with bright red berries and red plum flavours, it’s suave floral and pencil shaving character quenches your thirst and make it a perfect match with grilled sausages.

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-71716061352984411022009-06-23T01:19:00.000-07:002009-06-23T08:40:30.696-07:00Wine of the Week - Courtesy of House Wine

2007 Bodegas Carchelo ‘C’ Jumilla DO, SpainYou may think we are obsessed with Spain but we simply can’t resist all the fantastic values it has to offer. From the south-eastern region of Jumilla, Bodegas Carchelo blends the local Monastrell variety with Syrah and Cabernet Sauvignon. Juicy cherry and blackberry notes recall the real thing while a slight earthiness adds some intrigue. It gives

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-77851417093816620612009-06-23T00:39:00.000-07:002009-06-23T09:12:34.407-07:00Dinesty Chinese Restaurant

We all have our little obsessions. Some people love clothes – others love shopping, or eating, or sports, or shoes, or stamps, or Star Trek. Some obsessions are more socially acceptable than others, but regardless who we are and how adamantly we deny it, we all have some sort of irrational fixation with something in the universe. Mine happens to be Xiao Long Bao – ¬steamy little dumplings that

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-80037565335157921372009-06-15T20:52:00.000-07:002009-06-15T21:08:35.402-07:00Wine of the Week - Courtesy of House Wine

2006 Ricossa, Barbera d’Asti DOC, ItalyBarbera is Piedmont’s most widely planted grape variety. Once the workhorse of the region, it now produces exciting and vibrant wine packed with personality. Ricossa has appealing juicy black plum flavours, and vibrant acidity. It marries like a charm with tomato based pasta. Also a great addition to your picnics when served slightly chilled with

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-40628683401034048262009-06-15T20:33:00.000-07:002009-09-23T14:30:14.699-07:00Don Guacamole's

In May 2002, I went on a ten-day road trip down the Baja Peninsula of Mexico. We started our with a rental car in LA and drove a zigzagging route back and forth between the Pacific and the Sea of Cortez from Tijuana to Loreto. (Ten days is not long enough, and one of these days I want to make it all the way to the tip in Cabo) For those ten days, I basically subsisted exclusively on tacos. And

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-44456177665574088362009-06-04T08:43:00.000-07:002009-06-10T16:36:27.066-07:00Alibi Room

I spent a year on university exchange at the University of East Anglia in Norwich, England. Aside from not studying and drinking £1.50 pints of Stella at the Uni bar, I had the chance to frequent a few authentic English country pubs. These were places filled with Norfolk locals, who sound vaguely like pirates, drinking cid-arrrr and lag-arrr after a long day on their tract-arrrs. Country pubs are

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-29083350991889846972009-05-24T17:09:00.000-07:002009-05-24T17:12:57.573-07:00Stella's Tap and Tapas Bar

As someone who has woken up on an unknown couch with two Grandpa burger wrappers on his chest, I believe I can safely say that when people drink beer, lots of beer, the need for something salty and delicious is insatiable. Ergo the multitude of kebab shops in the UK that do essentially all of their business after midnight. (If you ever find yourself somewhere in England and on the wrong end of

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-84475352210712776702009-05-18T12:24:00.000-07:002009-05-24T17:14:53.097-07:00Phnom Penh

My main gripe with great restaurants in Vancouver is that they don’t often stay great. It is usually an inevitable cycle. You come across an anonymous little restaurant with great intentions, integrity and food. You fall in love. You rave about it. You eat there more than you do at home and it’s wonderful. The pricing is reasonable, the people down to earth and the food something unique and

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-6075381815892313432009-05-10T11:07:00.000-07:002009-05-15T18:29:37.561-07:00Trattoria Italian Kitchen

I was a late Sopranos fan. I was watching the first episode of season one, only a few weeks before the final episode of season six was to air. However, I quickly made up for lost time and in a feverish binge, I watched six seasons or 86 hours in three weeks and was caught up with the rest of the world by the time the series finale was aired. During those weeks I found myself wanting to resolve

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-6797208934878694402009-05-04T22:06:00.000-07:002009-05-24T17:13:57.869-07:00Japadog – Vancouver, BC

I never thought I’d line up for half an hour at a hotdog stand. Traditionally, the standard hotdog experience goes something like this: You’re walking down the street, or laying out at English Bay, or half stumbling out of Irish Heather and your nose perks up as you get a lingering whiff of fried onions. You run in that direction, shouting and half skipping. You order your hotdog of choice, and

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-18135122451641848312009-05-02T11:31:00.000-07:002009-05-03T17:05:53.660-07:00Guu with Garlic – Vancouver, BC

If you want Japanese food, and you want atmosphere, then you owe it to yourself to try Guu with Garlic. Of course, when I say atmosphere I don’t mean soft ambiance and romance, I’m thinking more busy and buzzing with shouting Japanese waitresses.Guu is always busy, and you will most likely find yourself waiting if you haven’t made a reservation. As it is certainly not a huge place, you will

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-16733736475816022442009-04-25T12:46:00.000-07:002009-05-03T16:56:51.688-07:00Go Fish – Vancouver, BC

Seafood tastes better on or near a wharf. Whether it be fish and chips at Pike Place Market, or clam chowder out of a bread bowl at Pier 39, your brain associates the fresh caught fish on ice and lingering smell of diesel and wet raingear with “This is yummy because its so fresh”. You could be eating Atlantic cod and chips in San Francisco and it would still taste like something that flopped

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-51306329797491990922009-04-17T11:09:00.000-07:002009-06-04T10:21:53.101-07:00BIN 941 - Vancouver, BC

Bin 941 is, and has been for almost ten years, one of my favourite restaurants in Vancouver. I was first taken there while I was still not of legal drinking age, and so the experience of drinking wine in a cramped and buzzing, New York feeling tapas bar was quite bewitching. At the time I had never been to New York, and so, I use the term New York quite liberally to mean all things cool and

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-4953429241561958952009-04-14T10:44:00.000-07:002009-05-03T16:58:26.001-07:00Firestone Winery - Santa Ynez Valley, CA

Okay so this is supposed to be exclusively a food blog, but I’d like to expand it slightly to encompass a bit of booze as well. Because just as there is food worth missing your plane for, there is also wine and cocktails that are worth getting drunk and completely forgetting about your plane for. So interspersed amidst the engrossing food reviews, I plan on digressing occasionally into short

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-88023122029737915232009-04-13T12:13:00.000-07:002009-05-03T16:59:31.937-07:00Paseo Pork Sandwich - Seattle, WA

I’m not really a sandwich guy. Little things about them bother me, and some of my aversion probably stems from my childhood. My mother makes the world’s worst packed sandwich. I think that all that needs to be said is that while some kids had crisp BLTs in waxed paper parcels, I had un-drained tuna on slightly stale squirrelly bread, wrapped up in cereal box liner. This is not an exaggeration; in

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-46449405285536140082009-04-08T16:29:00.000-07:002009-04-25T12:54:07.560-07:00Kadoya Sushi - Vancouver, BC

If you live or have been to Vancouver, you may have noticed that there are a few sushi places around. And by a few, I mean 17,000. If you’re wondering what is happening to the depleted salmon stocks, we’re eating them. And we’re not paying much for them either. Of the 17,000 sushi purveyors, 16,915 of them are cheap sushi places where you will be eating an 18 piece combo and miso soup for $5.95.

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-90594622901868173042009-04-07T19:20:00.000-07:002009-04-25T12:54:47.201-07:00Kintaro Ramen - Vancouver, BC

If you’ve ever driven down Denman and have wondered why even on the coldest, wettest days that Vancouver’s winter has to offer, there is a solemn line of people quietly shivering on the street halfway between Alberni and Robson, then that means Kintaro is unknown to you. And in turn, it also means that you have not lived. Your life, regardless of whether or not you see it this way, is gray,

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-50941578313827080622009-04-06T11:00:00.000-07:002009-04-25T12:55:40.250-07:00Din Tai Fung Around the World - Los Angeles

There's not an awful lot that I like about LA. The feeling starts when you get off the plane in the Californian sun and step into LAX. I think the best way to describe LAX is to think of an old white plastic appliance - you know the Braun Juicer from 1991 that you used only once to make a tepid blend of carrots, beet root and celery and which afterwards sat for the next two decades yellowing in

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-11757627103736128342009-04-05T15:31:00.000-07:002009-05-29T01:09:56.584-07:00Gorgeous George's Burger Enlightenment - Kelowna, BC

I used to think a burger was a burger. Now McDonalds and their ‘beef’ patties aside, I had eaten a lot of good burgers. Ground beef, bison, ground sirloin, sure there was a difference, but at the end of the day, I felt like I had eaten a burger. And I should point out, I really like burgers, but as much as I enjoyed them, they were all on a similar kind of level of enjoyment. It’s kind of like

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-26075923816344162772009-04-04T11:43:00.000-07:002009-04-09T11:27:52.997-07:00Saigon Vietnamese - Kelowna, BC

There is perhaps nothing more disconcerting than going into a Vietnamese restaurant to find both a nice decor and a polite staff in uniform. And if the menu makes sense, you know you’re really in trouble. From a boy who grew up in Hong Kong, believe me that if there isn’t one idiomatically nonsensical statement, like “the healthy, conscious choice”, the food isn’t going to be good. If you feel

Timohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15647115809363466984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296924537920353854.post-43186959742282692022009-04-01T11:47:00.000-07:002009-04-09T11:26:35.554-07:00Waterfront Wines - Kelowna, BC

I like eating small things. Lots of them. I like small clams, small mussels, small mushrooms, small whatever. Very un-North American I know, but then again I also like Smart Cars and Minis. So I guess this is why I like appetizers, or more chicly, tapas. This is not to say that I don’t like a big filet or rack of lamb. But if you were to offer me five tasty little plates of tapas, or one entrée,

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