Baby Poo and Breakfast Pizza's at Parlour

Newborns poop. Lots. Sometimes in the region of 10 poo's a day. Baby Jack thought it would be so much more fun to go 15-20 times a day. It was pretty much just a constant flow. (I know, great opening for a food blog). But the redeeming factor of newborn poo is that it is non-aromatic. So there is this honeymoon period, between when their poo's slow down to 1-2 per day and it doesn't stink.  It's a small window but it's just oh so special. 

During this time it is also great to take your kid out to restaurants. They sleep 90% of the time. They are generally quite quiet (generally). They can't walk yet. And their early wake-up times make getting into restaurants a breeze because there isn't a line-up at the crack of dawn. 

With options being limited for decent brunch in Yaletown where you can watch football, I didn't have high hopes for Parlour. I had been there previously for dinner and wasn't impressed with the pizzas or the service - think Coachella spaz born post 1994. But I was pleasantly surprised by brunch. Just put an egg on it man.

Ps. Go Chargers

Mommy-Blogging and Macarons

So the best part about being a mom is having another nose to pick. So many tiny boogers! Also mat leave. You can spend your day cross-stitching or napping or learning Spanish or whatever. During some of my free time I checked out Sweet Bake Shop in Yaletown. My friend Elena gave me one of their meringues and since meringues taste like sugar-flavoured air I decided to see what else they had. Okay. I have a giant boner for macarons, so I grabbed a party pack and took them home to enjoy el solo. While I will give the Sweet Bake shop points for creativity with their flavours (Neapolitan, strawberry cheesecake, key lime pie, chocolate milkshake), they are no Thierry. As in one and a half thumbs down. As in all the expensive marble and over-done pink girly shit will not make the macaroons taste amazing; and if you are two years late on a trend, you have to be amazing. 

Avoiding Dine Out

Last week my friend Laura was in town from Ottawa, so we met up with two other girls for dinner at Good Wolfe in Yaletown. We were intentionally trying to avoid the craziness of Dine Out and feeling nostalgic for the La Brasserie of old. Getting knocked up has left me with limited space in my abdominal cavity; I'm actually not quite sure how I'm supposed to get even bigger in the next four months, so stuffing my pie hole isn't as fun as it used to be. Also, I can't get nearly as sauced up as I used to. And really, a generous helping of wine is the only thing that makes the Yaletown crowd tolerable.

Oh yeah, the food was good. The best thing I tasted was this, mashed potato poutine. Heck. Yes.

Society

This evening I joined some friends at Society (on Hamilton and Drake), the newest venue of the Glowbal group, to get nice and sauced up before working my last nightshift. I arrived without any expectations and didn't even make it past the patio, but was definitely intrigued. The semi-annoying server convinced us to have the raspberry mohito, which was fresh and tasty and I don't even like rum!

So after getting this complimentary cotton candy and noticing that the menu started off with this:

I wondered what kind of focus group of cracked-out, Sex-And-The-City, unemployed yaletown girls thought that this would be a good idea?? Cookie-flavored alcohol and, like, pink chandeliers?!? Like, Totally!