Month: September 2012

Vancouver: Eat Your Cart Out (Street Food)

Greetings from Vancouver folks! I am here to explore the food, the wine, and all of the other bits in between. I started with the street food. Street food in Vancouver? If you visited before 2010 you might think I am referring to a different city, but following the success of the food trucks at the Olympics a limited number of licences were granted. At first by lottery, which unsurprisingly didn’t prove completely successful, the second and third rounds of licences were granted via a jury including some of Vancouver’s best chefs. Pitches were granted based on unique ideas, sourcing and sustainability. So far, so good. How did they taste? I went on an Eat Your Cart Out tour with Tour Guys. Led by Jess, a Vancouver local passionate about food (she is a member of the Vancouver Yelp Elite). We visited 5 of Vancouver’s best trucks and carts. Starting with a refreshing Israeli lemonade from Mangal Kiss, we had our first bite at Feastro. Feastro had a whole show on the Food Network dedicated …

Review: Seafood and Sherry Festival at Morito

I feel I need to open this with an apology. I really should have posted about the Morito Seafood & Sherry Festival before it finished last weekend so you could all rush there. It was all the craptops fault again – it ate my memory card, and it took until the end of this past week to recover the photos. So, apologies. I really need to upgrade. Back to nicer things, seafood and sherry loveliness aside, Morito is one of my favourite restaurants in London. Cosied up next to big brother Moro next door, Morito is a glam little Spanish bar, serving authentic and delicious tapas, often with a Moorish twist, and great wines and sherry too. I am often found there nursing a glass of my favourite Basque white wine Txacoli. The seafood and sherry matching was irresistible – you know how I love sherry – and in terms of the seafood on offer we got to try menu rarities like monkfish liver and cuttlefish roe served with great sherries like Tio Pepe En Rama. The price was excellent at £35 per head. I …

The Paralympics and the Victory Parade (then we are back to the food :)

I am blaming my craptop for all delays. It has eaten memory cards which took days to recover – more than a week in fact. I need to upgrade. On to the Paralympics, which arrived after a little dip when we all wondered, what do we do now that the Olympics were over? I tried and tried and tried for tickets again. Endlessly hitting the ticketing website, and refusing to lose hope. I was eventually successful and got tickets for the Athletics, Aquatic Center and the Marathon, where we were right by the finish line. Amazing. I am not sure that I have ever witnessed such a series of moments of joy as people succeeded. The Iraqi paralympian who cartwheeled his way from his javelin throw after beating his personal best, the blind runner who was twirled on the podium by her guide as she accepted her medal, watching Shelly Woods get silver next to her nervous anxious mother who was so relieved and delighted to see her get it, seeing David Weir get gold …

THIS POST HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH FOOD and a little to do the the Olympics

THIS POST HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH FOOD* Not one little bit. But it is about London. And the Olympics. You see, I haven’t been cooking as much as normal recently, I was overtaken with a fever. I became obsessed with the Olympics and Paralympics. Now, I am not a sports fan. At least I wasn’t until recently. Sport for me was always something that I found isolating. I was always picked last for the team, I would run away from a football kicked in my direction, and generally I was much happier daydreaming or reading a book. But I tried. When the Olympics and Paralympics were announced for London, my first thoughts weren’t joyous. I worried about all of those extra folks in London standing on the wrong side of the escalator or walking too slowly. We Londoners can’t deal with that you see. Then as they approached and everyone talked about leaving, I decided to stop travelling and to stay. I thought that maybe the games would be a great time in London, …