Zakkushi

Zakkushi is another example of why I am a terrible blogger. I don't like to take photos of my food, I like to stuff my face. I have been there at least a dozen times and I couldn't quite put into words my affinity with the Japanese meat-on-a-stick variety. I couldn't fit it into the proper boxes of [Words][Photos][Description]. Something always came up: I forgot to take photos. I accidentally got drunk. I mistakenly left Albert in charge of taking photos (cuz he's Asian). I went there on date night and was more interested in making out. More often than not I just lul'd myself into an izakaya carb coma and didn't give a flying fuck about blogging (cuz it's lame). Needless to say, all I have to show for all those fun times are some blurry photos of meat on a stick. More specifically blurry photos of sticky rice, wrapped in BACON, and covered with MELTED CHEESE.

$2.85

Let's be honest, there is nothing that is going to perfectly fill the In & Out Burger shaped hole in my heart. Nimby Burger was as close as I came to shoving my gullet with happiness. But since they have closed the position has remained vacant. Not Five Guys, not Splitz, nothing has created the guttural craving that wakes me up at night. Now the $2.85 food truck has piqued my interest. In name alone, I like their style. So yesterday I was conveniently both cold and hungry which got me really excited about the idea of warming my hands on a tasty cheeseburger. I got it sans teriyaki sauce because that's just unnecessary. $2.85 for the hamburger. $3.50 for the cheeseburger. I ate it and I was warm and satiated.

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.