Thank goodness it’s Sunday. (Not.) Well, maybe. My cousins from LA are visiting so this means I get to see how the little runts are doing. They got me a gift, which I’ve yet to see. They haven’t eaten since 1pm and just arrived in Vancouver so they’re off to have some late night dinner with their parents.
It’s been a pretty wild couple of weeks, from jet setting, to bike rides, seasonal allergies, heat strokes, and some expensive ass coffee. Who drinks $15 coffee anyway? Alas, let me bemuse you by unfolding the chronicles of the past few weeks in the life of bcrdukes.
Bam! Eddie got a new job and is moving out of public practice. I’m happy for him. He marked this milestone with this beauty. I didn’t want to give it back.
We grabbed dinner at Bambudda, trying out the new menu on behalf of the new team. The food takes on a real “modern” approach where I feel they’ve veered off the path of Curtis’ interpretation of the traditional dishes. It’s almost too “fusion’y.” On the flip side, they need some time to tweak their dishes. Drinks remain a hit care of Tarquin and Dom. They have a new bartender, but we didn’t catch his name.
There was a lady who sat beside us at the bar. We managed to chat, but she opened up later on where we learned she has a kid. We’re pretty sure she was hoping to get picked up or to meet someone. It was sort of awkward. She asked some weird questions and Eddie didn’t bail me out. Bastard.
I ended up in Edmonton on assignment for maybe a good 16 hours tops. I ended up on the wrong day and wrong week. The city was packed, we were stuck on the tarmac for God knows how long, and little did I know, there was some kind of conference for builders/developers in the construction industry. The city simply does not have what it takes to support a huge event. Parking was a nightmare, hotels were full, and restaurants were turning people away. I was lucky to even get a sandwich at Subway to which the guy behind the counter apologized to me and said, “We only have the honey oat bread left.” What a curse. And wanting to get some McDonald’s after a late night of work, every damn McDonald’s was on the other side of the road where you had to go out of your way in circles to get to. Fuck you, Edmonton.
Tarquin suggested I check out Farrow for sandwiches and this was probably the only saving grace for this awful city. I met his friend Justin who ran the place like a boss. Food was great. Coffee was awesome. Check it out if you get a chance. Line moves quick. Bring a friend.
I finally landed in Calgary and was starving. Rather than check in, I ended up grabbing dinner at Model Milk where they have a Sunday Supper series. To my surprise, Madeleine was working behind the bar, and she lived up to her word of having a business card for me. Only this time, she’s been promoted to bar manager! A big congrats to her!
Food and drinks were great, except my only complaint is that there was too much food. I had to pack most of it! Stellar service on behalf of Madeleine. If you get a chance, go see her. She’s got this awesome Tina Fey kinda look and a sassy sense of humour. I dig it. Would be rude of me to ask if she were single. She has blonde hair this time. Maybe it was brown last time I saw her. I don’t remember. She’s a cool cat so please tip her 20% minimum, okay?
Speaking of stellar service – the folks at the Westin Calgary sent me a “Thank you” card for my return patronage (apparently I’ve stayed there 6 times.) This is what I call service. Recognizing me for for my return patronage and loyalty. This is seriously, by far, the best Westin I’ve stayed at. All Starwood brands should take note!
Tarquin suggested I check out Proof, one of Nathan Head’s new projects. I managed to meet the man himself this time where he made me a “Snicker” cocktail straight out of the Savoy cocktail book. Beautiful bar, wonderfully stocked. Amazing service, and excellent food and drink. Highly recommended. If you’re lucky, the sun will enshrine the bar only to beautify it to another level.
Back at the Monogram Coffee @ Dada Art Gallery (is it really an art gallery?) They pulled an espresso using an Ethiopian Yirgacheffe. That was a bold move and the result was a delicious, acidic espresso. Not many shops are willing to do this. That and they know how to make a cappuccino. Stupid Vancouver.
A $176 copper kettle? Shit, son. Dem Alberta folk still rollin’ in money!
A ‘smoked meat’ sandwich @ Spolumbo’s. I wished they had put the veggies on top instead but whatevs. It was cheap and satisfying. Managed to eat the other half during my layover in Edmonton!
HachiSix – Age 48. Sorry, it just so happened to be a cabriolet.
On the flight home, I was assigned a seat beside a Chinese Mainlander girl and her mom. They spoke little to no English. The mom sits in my seat, thinking it was 32F, but it was 32D. I told her hers was a window seat. Mid-flight, she reaches into the seat pockets thinking the barf bags would make great souvenirs. She takes them and puts her personal belongings in them.
To top it off, she hears me asking for a coffee, just black and tries to mimic my request. She gets a coffee, but with no cream or sugar. She complains to her daughter about it and leaves the coffee untouched, followed by pulling out her canister requesting hot water. Fucking Chinese people, man.
Back to Vancouver – we’re in the midst of a heat wave. I’m sick right now (or is it allergies) but I feel awful and I want to die. I met up with HachiSix, his wife and Eddie to try the rare and elusive Panama Geisha, only to be prepared via Hario siphon and the beam heater.
Upon smelling the ground beans, it smells like soy sauce. But the cup of coffee is a clean and delicious nectar of light acidity which tapers off, with nuances of mango and floral citrus notes. As the coffee cools in temperature, the acidity is more prevalent, but it is sharp and sudden which leave no after taste. This is the best (and perhaps last) cup of $15 coffee – ever. It lived up to its hype.
I brewed a cup of the beans HachiSix shared with me from Heart. It was pretty tasty and despite the 10 day period since roast date, it still yield a pretty delicious coffee and it bloomed upon pre-infusion. I used the goose neck kettle (not copper, sorry) this time. I felt like a pro. I should work @ Timbertrain with HachiSix and show em how it’s done!
I read this tidbit in The Globe and Mail regarding US Judge Antonin Scalia. He chastised his colleagues on their take on gay marriage while he, himself, was against it. I had a good chuckle when I read this in the article.
This professor clearly hasn’t met me. Good one, Jonathan.
As for the legalization of gay marriage – I personally don’t care. People do what they want and their personal lives are of no real interest to me. What I do have a problem with is the bandwagoning of this social justice (or is it injustice?) LBGT people don’t bother me. Again, I don’t care about what they do. What I do have an issue is when these people barge in for dominance and control, disrupting the status quo. I like to think of myself as being progressive, but the way this was handled isn’t my cup of coffee. Thank you China for not putting up with social bullshit.