Nook Update

Pre-Birthday dinner at Nook with my favorite Wrangers introduced me to something that changed my life. The Burrata. Apparently it's provolone injected with cream, on top of prosciutto, on top of a soft toasted piece of bread. Basically it's insanely delicious and literally after the three of us polished off one we didn't hesitate to order a second.

I know it's a shitty photo, but as if I'm gonna pull out a flash. Anyways you'll just have to imagine how pretty this melt-in-your-mouth this orgasmic experience was.

The Prosciutto and Buffallo Mozarella.

Apparently I have an affinity towards cured meats and cheeses.

Nook has become my favorite go-to place as of late, it just has this romantic and charming atmosphere that slowly seduces you, bite by bite.

Kintaro Ramen

This is where I explain how much of a retard I am. 

I had several people rave to me about the Kintaro Ramen Noodle Shop, and being a noodle lover I was stoked on trying it out. I even made several failed attempts before successfully hitting it up for lunch recently. 

 

This was  the spicy ginger special. I didn't try it, but the massive dollop of garlic on top was legit.

This is the "Kintaro's Best!!" Miso Ramen with the lean pork and medium broth. I was like, "Are you sure this is what Ramen tastes like??" As it rattled my preconceived notions of Mr. Noodle that my mother used to buy by the case (mushroom flavor was my personal after-school favorite). I'm not sure I was ready for the rich, authentic taste of the porkbone soup and probably could have gone with the light broth. In any case, the handmade noodles were de-licious. 

Rant

I have been blessed with self-awareness. I am smart enough to know that I'm retarded. Being fully aware that I am just another asshole with an opinion, I'm pretty sure I'm less retarded than these guys. Just sayin. Furthermore, if I want to read a real restaurant review I leave it to actual food critics, the people who get paid to eat their faces off and have legitimate writing skills. I approach a restaurant much like I approach a movie, trusting the opinion of person I respect verses the general consesus of Rotten Tomato. Therefore, Andrew Morrison (of Scout Magazine) is my Roger Ebert of the Vancouver food industry. I know that I'm being terribly hypocritical in badmouthing the food blogging world; and there are people out there with honest intentions and a passion for food, I just can't get past bad grammar and perpetual spelling mistakes. NO ONE GIVES A SHIT THAT YOU PREFER MILESTONES OVER CACTUS CLUB!!!

Kam's Place

Ordered in some group take-out while on nightshift and can finally cross Kam's Place off my list of Davie restaurants to conquer. Never To Return.

When you fill your gut with shit that looks like this, you inevitably feel like a big bag of barfy shit. I refuse to blame this feeling on my decision to forego sleep for lake-side party times.

Instead I am going to blame it on Red Dye #76 and Mee Goreng, which apparently is a Singaporean dish of spaghetti noodles with ketchup.

Ethnic Friends! - Dim Sum

Do you know what's exciting? I have Ethnic Friends! Yeah that's right, and sometimes I'm even a minority! This still blows my mind. So now that I have non-white friends I've decided to persuade them to bring me to their favorite eateries, you know, to expand my horizons.

Thus I begin with Dim Sum with Anni-doll.

Our Location: Dai Tung, with the traditional push-cart style.

Ma Lai Gow = Sponge Cake

Taro Balls

Sui Mai = Pork + Shrimp

Haw Gaw = Shrimp

Mango Pudding!

Cheng Fun = And the rice roll thingies make an appearance again.

I have no idea WTF these were, but like most of what we ate that day, it was in the desert catagory.