Minority Troubles

Growing up in a town with one black kid I would never have thought I would spend the majority of my career as a minority. Nursing is rampant with Asian and Middle Eastern cultures and between the Filipinos and the Iranians you will never go hungry.

In about two hours at 0400 it is Nowruz, Persian New Year. And what better way to get through night shift by celebrating with take-out? We hit up the newly opened Cazba at Davie and Thurlow (in the old Characters location) and stuffed our faces with some tender meats. Then me at the only other white girl got even whiter by listening to 90's Alternative all night long.

I'm gonna change the name of this blog to 'Bitches Eating Burrata' because really that's all there is to see here. I haven't blogged in over a year because of numerous reasons, one of them being that I hate the word "blogging", and another is that I shouldn't/can't really make fun of people. And really, if I'm not laughing at someone else's expense, what's the point of writing?? I am not an expert, I am not a food critic, and I am definitely not going to bring a SLR to an establishment when I'm enjoying a meal. So in conclusion, I don't know what the fuck this is going to be, probably inappropriate, probably incoherent, but generally anecdotal. Suck on that flash photography. 

Friday date night at Nook meant I inhaled more than my share of Burrata. 

Pizza with potatoes and tallegio. Pork Ragu fresh pasta.