I love food. I’ve become a dine-hard one might say, however lately I find myself assuming a pseudo food critic persona whilst dining around town and I’m not sure where this all originated? I could blame it on an overdose of Hells Kitchen, which by the by is making it’s way to Whistler. However, my secret obsession over Chef Ramsey and his volatile ways doesn’t seem to be what has sparked my undying desire to dine. I remember being in my early 20’s and eating raisin bran accompanied by cheap red wine for dinner (please, be kind possums, i was but a wee lass). Fast forward a few years and boom I’m so addicted to our local eateries I get anxious having not tried them all (although, I’m close).Over the weekend this foodie parked her booty at a few local faves that I’m not only inspired to give a shout out to both, but feel I should share the goods...or the foods, rather.
Jules Bistro, which I have mentioned subtly in previous posts, is a jewel indeed. If you haven’t been, I urge you to go and experience authentic French fare in a delicately elegant atmosphere. There is no dress code, simply come as you are, however the clientele is eclectic allowing you to arrive in your finest frock or your Saturday strolling attire. The service is exceptional but relaxed, with our
server boasting a beautiful accent and the owner popping by now and then with a witty comment while he multi-tasked between tables. Jules offered up the kind of meal that subconsciously leaves you appreciating every bite, while falling into a certain food coma...on the other hand, that may have been the bottle of Chablis, but I digress. Try the Moules Frites - steamed mussels in white wine with garlic and parsley served with French fries. My handsome date enjoyed the seafood linguini, fresh and full of flavor. The resident piano player helped top off our night before embarking on our hazy walk home. I’m usually not a sucker for romance, but I was certainly seduced.The next day, as if we hadn’t been decadent enough, we trotted over to a nearby spot boasting some of the best brunch on Beatty. The Medina Cafe, same owners as Chambar (another Vancouver institution), has been a common discussion among dine-hards for quite some time. Having finally dragged my tookus a mere 5 blocks to this nearby noshery, I arrived with some hefty expectations. Not to sound cliche,
in other words, like many bona-fide food critics in town, but I loved my Medina experience. From the street, the cafe looks cramped and just when you think you’re about to embark on an hour long wait...whoops, they walk you through a corridor to the ‘other side’ of the cafe. A spectacular room that opens up to massive windows, exposed beams a la industrial chic, brick walls and all the other Gastown staples. Now we’re talkin’. The menu matched the great room with a fresh Moroccan flare and my lavender latte was the perfect start to my Sunday.Bon appetit possums!
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