Beep Beep came to visit me! To celebrate, we booked a massage at Vital Performance Care, and then we dropped by for dinner at The Exchange in Eau Claire with Chew Steel. Let’s listen to ‘Don’t Look Back in Anger’ for this post.
We kicked things off with The First Bloom Gin & T ($15) — a fragrant goblet of organic gin, grapefruit tonic, ice, and rose petals. Chew Steel opted for the smoked old-fashioned, which was as smooth and well-crafted as it looked. But it was Liam, our server, who truly impressed with his wine recommendation: a bottle of Joseph Jewell Pinot Noir ($105) from the Russian River Valley. I don’t usually go for Pinots, but this one won me over — vibrant and full of flavour, like ripe strawberries steeped in warm tea.
Chew Steel’s Peruvian Pork Sandwich ($24) was sumptuous. When I took a bite, the richness of the crisp pork belly, enveloped in a warm, crusty bun, packed a flavourful bite. And that carrot soup hit the spot. Thick and hot, each sip was perfectly seasoned and so soul-satisfying. You could taste the love in the sandwich and soup! I would order this again.
I’ve ordered the Roasted Pork Copa ($33) twice now because it’s that good. The sweetly glazed pork is melt-in-your-mouth tender, even better when dipped into the tart cherry sauce. The stewed farro is silky with just the right bit of chew, and the generous portion could easily satisfy two. Beep Beep declared her wine paired nicely with the pork.
I enjoyed the Highwood Crossing Organic Grain Bowl ($22). The yuzu vinaigrette was bright and complemented the emerald green avocado, pea shoots, grilled chicken, and grains. All the ingredients tasted fresh.
I’ve also tried the Poached Icelandic Cod ($31), a customer favourite, and the portion is impressively generous. The sauce leans a bit too sweet and milky for my taste, but the Spiced Humbolt Squid ($18) more than makes up for it — thick-cut, tender, and coated in a crisp gluten-free cornmeal crumb. Personally, I’d love it even more in a light tempura batter, but then again, I’ve been living on McNuggets and Oreo McFlurries lately, so I know my palate might not be the gold standard.
We plan to take G-Mah, Bobbino, and my mother, Boss Lady, in the next month. I have my eye on some other dishes. Our Italian friend Fit told us the garlic and olive oil tagliatelle is stellar, which says a lot, knowing her food preferences. I’m also keen to try the burger and ribeye steak, both of which were recommended by other servers. In any case, Hitting the Sauce gives The Exchange two phat thumbs up.
Divine Offering has spoiled me twice now with takeout from Pathway Momo’s. She’s beenobsessed with these momos since the pandemic. After tasting them myself, I get her love for Nepalese dumplings. Let’s listen to Touch by Katseye for this post.
Momos are in a league of their own. Infused with aromatic spices and wrapped in a delicate, silky dough, it packs a whallop of flavour. You can get these babies steamed, pan-fried, deep-fried, tandoori-style, soup-based (jhol), or marinated in a spicy vegetable chilli sauce (sadeko). The sadeko is so hot and fiery that it made me pause in panic, then meekly go back for tentative seconds.
Divine Offering always orders at least three varieties. This time, she picked steamed pork ($11.99), vegetarian adeko ($12.49), and chicken jhol ($11.99). Texture-wise, I love the pork dumplings for the firm and juicy filling and the pop of coriander. Though I usually prefer dumplings with a crispy pan-fried edge, with the momos, I like them steamed to let the wrappers shine. The casing is toothsome and just dry enough to hold its unique shape in your mouth, yet pliant enough to soak up the sauce.
The chicken filling is softer and less dense than pork. Divine Offering prefers the chicken, for its light, marinated flavour and heat from the chilli oil. The vegetarian momos are bright and fresh. The filling tastes like real vegetables, minced, not frozen or puréed mush. The dumplings are so good, I plan to place an order for my friends Lululemon and Bex.oxo.
Divine Offering pointed out the craftsmanship in each dumpling, noting how each type is folded differently — pinched, crimped, or pleated. She said the jhol style gets even better the next day, like leftover ravioli.
There’s something addictive about eating these dumplings cold. The coolness of the wrapper contrasts even more with the warm spices. Each bite is so yummy and delectable. I must have eaten a dozen, with zero remorse.
I haven’t been to the restaurant myself yet. There are two locations, one in the NE and the newest location in the SW. Divine Offering swears by this NE spot, calling it a casual, diner-like place serving food so good it could easily charge more.
I plan to go and do a friend and family pickup and drop-off, or maybe host a momo party. These dumplings are so good, they need to be shared with the world. Hitting the Sauce gives Pathway Momos two phat thumbs up.
Vine Styles in Kensington offers free tastings every Saturday, from 2:00 to 5:00 p.m. Divine Offering and I dropped by as Mark from Juice Imports was sampling three newish wines. For this post, let’s listen to Oh! Darling.
There was quite a line to taste these wines, proof that Vine Styles is full of “grape” neighbours from the hood. Throughout the afternoon, groups of friends, of all ages, dropped in.
Mark was showcasing Dormilona 2024 Blanco ($37.95), Francesco Cirelli 2024 Trebbiano d’Abruzzo ($35.95), and Clos Cibonne 2024 Tentations Rosé ($38.95).
I’m familiar with Dormilona wines, a woman-led winery in Margaret River, Western Australia. Mark described this wine as creamy, crisp, and fresh. I liked the vibrancy of this white wine and picked up a bottle. It’s hard to find a wine that pairs well with salads, and apparently, this one pairs nicely with any vegetables and mint.
The flavour of Francesco Cirelli was unique to me. Mark mentioned this Italian white was an easy-drinking, savoury wine that paired well with seafood, such as ceviche. Divine Offering picked up a bottle because it stood out from the wines she had been stocking. She tasted peach or apricot, and thought it would be a good, cold summer wine. I remembered that I was already sharing a case of white wine from Domaine Richaud with Lululemon and Divine Offering, so I bowed out.
The third wine, Clos Cibonne 2024 Tentations Rosé, was described as a classic Provence rosé. Unsure of what that meant, I looked up an AI definition and got “A classic Provence rosé is pale and elegant, with crisp notes of citrus, red berries, and herbs, finishing clean and refreshingly dry.” The Tentations rosé was lovely, but with a case of Domaine Richaud rosé already at home, I decided to pass this time.
We tried the other three tastings from another wine merchant. Divine Offering bought a bottle of the Terenzuola Vermentino Vero ($38.95, discount $35.06). She found this wine smooth and thought it would pair well with a variety of snacks. She doesn’t usually drink a lot of red wine, so she must have liked this one.
I bought a bottle of the Fontana Vecchia Piedirosso ($31.95, discount $28.76). Described as bold and full-bodied, I took to the fragrance and the juicy flavour. I was told this wine pairs well with any protein, pasta and pizza.
If you haven’t been to Vine Styles, check it out. On a Saturday afternoon, it’s a lively spot to discover something new. Even better, time your visit so you can leave with the perfect bottle for dinner.
I just had the best meal of 2025. Sure, the year’s only half over, but I don’t anticipate eating better than I did at Bar Gigi last Saturday. For this post, let’s listen to E-Pro by Beck.
I was shocked at how small Bar Gigi is. There were barely a handful of tables. I understand now why it’s so hard to get a reservation. If you make a reservation, keep it. A last-minute cancellation can seriously hurt their end‑of‑day sales.
Our server was an absolute star. When I mentioned my recent appetite issues, she suggested half pours of wine and smaller portions so we could try even more dishes. Who does that? Let me answer that for you. No one! No one but her! I’m going to give our server the pseudonym, Fairy Godmother, or FG for short.
FG recommended pairing a glass of the Bernard Defaix Chardonnay Chablis (2023, $20) with the scallop crudo ($22). The scallops were silky, lovelier yet with a delicate crunch from celery and onion crisp on the top. Chew Steel thought the wine went well with the thick viscosity of the green lime yuzu.
FG paired the Loimer Gruner Veltluner (2023, $20) with the prawn toast ($21). I loved this wine pairing, and since I can’t pair wine with food for the life of me, I was in bliss. The bread had a buttery, golden crunch that gave way to the prawn filling of rich, almost devilled egg–like creaminess. It brought to mind the fried goodness of a dim sum shrimp spring roll. The wine, served icy cold, sliced through the toast’s fatty goodness.
FG recommended dipping our toast into the green yuzu sauce, which toned down the richness of the dish. Chew Steel initially rebuffed trying the sauce, but after he dipped, he agreed it was a good combination. I reprimanded him, stating FG has proven her worth.
I’m unsure if FG paired the Squash Blossom ($18) with a glass of pink Améztola Txkoil Rebentis Hondarrable Zurl (2023) or a Sauvignon Blanc, Château de Poot (2022). I just know I had both on the table, and that I was having the time of my life.
The fried squash blossom was a winner. It’s lightly battered, delicate, and sweet, stuffed with a warm ricotta filling that was as smooth and heavy as whipped potatoes. Topped with a hint of honey, this is easily one of the best things I’ve eaten all year.
I was full at this point, but I ordered the Chew Steel Potato Bread ($14) because I could see him eyeing it as it sailed past us to the following table. I took a bite. The bread was warm and pliable, made decadent with salty charred leek butter, bespeckled with black olives. I took a swig of my rose, loving how smooth it tasted against the herby oil and salty bread.
For Chew Steel’s main, we ordered the Ricotta Cavatelli with Morels and Tarragon ($34) paired with a glass Reserve de Vignerons Cab Franc (2023, $16). The wine was delicious on its own and with the pasta, which Chew Steel mentioned brought out the creamy nutmeg flavour in the sauce.
Though I was too full to eat Chew Steel’s pasta, I wanted dessert, the Sour Cherries Amaretto Cream Phyllo Pastry ($14). Oh, this was way too good to share. I loved the cold tartness of the cherries, the softness of whipped cream, and the crunch of the phyllo. I would order this again.
We washed the dessert down with Lo Milla grappa ($14). Honestly, at this point, I just remember raving and rambling about how happy I was to find a restaurant that quenched the thirst that Bar Von Der Fels left behind.
I think there’s something so magical about a small restaurant run by big talent. And while I am naturally an enthusiastic person, the food, service and wine at Bar Gigi lives up to its hype. Trust me! Hitting the Sauce gives Bar Gigi and the Fairy Godmother two phat thumbs up.
Lululemon and I dropped by to visit Mark Couillard from Juice Imports, as he was featuring a tasting at Unfiltered Wine Bar in Sunalta. Let’s listen to ‘Milkshake’ for this post.
When we arrived, there was a line-up to get in. I’m unsure if it’s usually this busy or if it was Mark’s featured wines that were ‘bringing in all the oenophiles into the yard’. In any case, I’m thankful Lululemon made a reservation.
We chose Mark’s flight ($31), which featured three wines: Laurent Saillard Loie & Cher, Clos Cibonne Tentations Rose, and Cantina Marilina Currivu Rosso.
The first wine we tried was Laurent Saillard Loie & Cher ($81/bottle). Lululemon noticed immediately that her wine was cloudy, and mine was clear. Mark explained that Lululemon’s glass was from the last pour, while mine came from the first pour of the bottle. He described the wine as having a slightly brassy character, similar to a New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc, with a tart, fresh, and fun profile. I recalled buying another bottle from Laurent Saillard, Lucky You, last year.
The second wine, Clos Cibonne Tenttions Rose ($77/bottle), was some damn easy sipping. Mark informed us that the winery is located in a very hot climate, which is cooled off by the sea breeze. He described floral notes of melon, peach, and strawberry. I could taste strawberries.
The last wine we tried, Cantina Marilina Currivu Rosso ($72/bottle), hails from Sicily. The red wine had a distinct fragrance. Cantina Marilina is a women-led organic farm, located in the province of Siracusa. He described the wine as bold, plummy, fruity, with herbaceous notes. I could taste cherry. I recognized this label as Lululemon, Divine Offering and I both shared a case of Cantina Marilina’s Fedelie Rosato.
After our fun tasting, Lululemon took me to Una’s takeaway store for a pizza slice and fried dough balls. I ate more there than I have in a month! If you’re after a quick bite, a slice is the perfect nightcap.
A recent health development has kept me mostly at home over the past few weeks. However, I’ve been punctuating my sad little existence with the occasional jaunt. For example, I prebooked a Vine Arts wine tasting ($50) with Erik Mercier from Juice Imports before I was diagnosed, and I figured going wouldn’t literally kill me, so I went. Let’s listen to ‘Edelweiss’ for this post.
Having attended Juice Import’s tasting for years, I realized early on that the two business partners, Erik and Mark, have a passion so deep for their work that they are willing to host these lovely tastings essentially for free. The only things in life that are free are air and pain. So, not to be dramatic, but I’ll always gladly take in a Juice Import’s tasting. The fee for the tasting goes towards using the space, which Vine Art kindly allows them to use for a minimal cost.
My friend Divine Offering came this time, along with Lululemon. I wanted Divine Offering to meet Erik and Lululemon, as we are all taking a wine tour with Erik and Mark in 2026. We sat in the front of the tasting room, where we soaked in the sun-filled room and the shining variety of white wines, varying in minerality.
Photo credit: Divine Offering
Our welcome bubbles were Meinklang Epic ($29, discount $26). I found this wine refreshing with lovely tiny bubbles. I bought a bottle.
I hadn’t eaten much that day, and oh boy, was that cheese platter delicious. Peasant Cheese always does it right. The brie was soft and gooey, even better when paired with various crackers and dried apricots. The hard cheese was buttery yet creamy. And those big, fat, sweet red cherries tasted like it was just been plucked from a tree in the Okanogan.
The first wine was Testalong Cortez Chenin Blanc ($57). Testalong is one of the top three wineries in South Africa. Grown on decomposed granite with quartz and silica, Erik observed the stony characteristics. I find it challenging to describe minerality because I haven’t had much experience tasting things like stone or flint. Erik explained that flavours in wine that aren’t fruity, floral, or spicy are often considered mineral notes.
We compared Testalong Cortez with Escala Humana Chenin Blanc ($37.50), a wine from Argentina. Erik described this wine as fruity, with floral notes and citrus aromas. Lululemon liked this wine a lot. Divine Offering mentioned it complemented the fruit on her plate. Both purchased a bottle.
The Maloof Thistle Pinot Gris ($40, discount $36) was just right for me. Erik could taste both spices, such as cinnamon and cardamom, as well as the iced tea and lemon. The grapes grow on ‘Jory soil’, found in Oregon. The soil is volcanic, which is considered ideal for growing Pinot Noir grapes. I picked up a bottle for my in-laws, Turned and Dave.
The fourth wine was a real goodie, Gut Oggau Timotheus ($80). I love Gut wines, but I have what you call a beer budget, so I just sat and enjoyed experiencing the Juicy Fruit-like flavour. Erik mentioned the winery has a cult status in New York and Paris, and is served at Noma, a three-Michelin-star restaurant in Copenhagen. There’s actually a whole page dedicated to Gut wines.
The fourth wine we tasted was Le Grappin Macon Villages ($50). The smell was lovely. Erik noted that this was a white burgundy, an excellent value for such a bright and fresh wine. I had trouble describing what I could taste.
Erik mentioned that the winery farms its grapes with great intensity. Someone at the table asked what that meant, and he explained that when you grow fewer grapes, it gets more attention. He said to think of growing one ton of grapes versus ten tons on the same plot of land. When there are more grapes, they compete for nutrients, which can dilute their concentration of sugar and alcohol.
My favourite bottle just so happened to be Marnes Blanches Savignin Les Molates ($62, discounted to $55). Domaine Des Marnes Blanches is the first winery I fell in love with from Juice Import’s portfolio. The trick I learned at home, however, is to pair the wine with cheese. For some reason, it tastes so much better.
Photo credit: Divine Offering
I smelled brown sugar. Erik mentioned this wine could be aged for 30 years. I couldn’t muffle my snicker in time. I’m not waiting three decades to drink a nice bottle of wine. Erik suggested pairing this wine with Comte cheese. He sniffed and sipped, tasting spicy, peppery, green tea and tropical fruit. Lululemon mentioned the Savignin les Molates reminded her of lasagna. Yes, I could see it. Divine Offering found it creamy, sweet, yet herbal and smooth. Lululemon, Divine Offering, and I bought a bottle.
Photo credit: Divine Offering
I asked if wines with minerality are less approachable to novice wine drinkers because it’s harder to describe what they taste. Erik disagreed, saying a novice drinker can’t tell the difference, as it takes a lot of practice. People aren’t naturally good at tasting notes in wine. He says that, in comparison, semi-knowledgeable drinkers are worse than novice drinkers, as they get in their heads a little knowledge and become resistant to trying certain wines. For example, those who claim they dislike sweet wines, such as Riesling, are missing out, as many are delicious and highly regarded by both wine experts and novices.
Photo credit: Divine Offering
Another guest asked about the best places to drink wine in Paris and New York. I tuned out because I didn’t find it relevant in my near future. I perked up when Erik mentioned that Class Clown in Calgary has an incredible natural wine selection at bargain prices, just a few dollars above retail price.
I mentioned the Ship and Anchor has an inexpensive wine list, with several bottles from Juice Imports. Erik confirmed, but noted that his business partner had drunk all of the Ship’s champagne because it was priced so cheaply. Erik recommended Missy This That for the best wine selection.
On August 14, Juice Imports and Salt and Brick are hosting an intimate dinner featuring a rare selection of Burgundy wines ($350). I was very tempted, but since I can’t eat much, I figured it would be wasted on me. However, if you are interested, you might still be able to get a ticket.
Before my brother and his kids left the province, I took the whole crew to Sukiyaki House. Sure, BC has no shortage of Japanese restaurants, but I had a feeling this place would stand out. Let’s listen to “Conga” by Miami Sound Machine for this post.
When we arrived, Justin greeted me and asked what brought us in. I gestured toward my clan and said my family was visiting. Once we got to the table, the kids asked me about Justin. I told them he was the owner’s son and a graduate of the Haskayne School of Business. They both looked thoroughly impressed and whispered I’m famous. Sadly, I’m not famous. I’m not even verified on LinkedIn. The owners just make a point to get to know their guests.
I ordered a range of appetizers. First up was Roblox and Jellybean’s favourite dish: seared tuna tataki. The tuna was delicate and soft, which contrasted with the crunchy garnish. Jellybean thought the sauce tasted like a juicy orange. Roblox said the tuna tasted like the inside of sashimi. Jellybean leaned in and said, “This is the best thing I’ve eaten the whole trip.”
The karrage was a hit. Narc said he could eat a whole bucket of this chicken. Roblox found his words and noted it was super crunchy on the outside and very soft on the inside. Another winner!
Narc enjoyed the fried shrimp, noting the generous ratio of shrimp to batter. I took a bite and noticed the flavour of sesame oil in the creamy sauce.
Boss Lady loved the octopus tataki and the marinated squid. She even ate the greens, noting how fresh the garnishes were. Asians love their vegetables. The kids pointed out that the octopus was both chewy and crunchy.
Narc noticed how different the California roll tasted with real crab. When I chewed, the taste of the fluffy crab filled my entire mouth. There was so much crab that it was poking out slightly at the ends. My mother nodded in approval.
With the sashimi and nigiri platter, Boss Lady’s favourite was the wild sockeye salmon and scallop nigiri. She practically squealed with delight when she bit into the enormous piece of scallop. Tentative on her first bite of raw scallop, Jellybean wasn’t quite sure what to make of the smooth, silky texture. Both kids liked the sashimi and devoured everything.
I realized at this point I’d forgotten the tempura and miso soup. Not that it mattered, as everyone was already stuffed. My mother was really impressed with the food and said she’s never had better in Vancouver. I patted her on the head. Boss Lady doesn’t hand out compliments lightly, and especially not for other people’s cooking.
Near the end of the meal, Judith came by to check on us. When Jellybean asked who she was, I said, “That’s Judith. She and Justin are Anna’s kids, and Anna owns the restaurant.” Roblox and Jellybean looked at me in awe and asked, “You know Anna, too?”
I nodded and then ordered them dessert, homemade mochi with red bean paste. I told them Anna made the desserts herself. Boss Lady admired the knife work and couldn’t stop marvelling at the fruit, especially the longan.
This lunch was a resounding success. It was a bloody Christmas miracle! Everyone was happy! No drama! Hitting the Sauce gives Sukiyaki House two phat thumbs up.
My brother Narc was in town! My mother, Boss Lady, immediately called for a family reunion over dim sum. I remembered Judith, one of the owners at Sukiyaki House, once mentioning she dines often at Central Grand. What is good enough for Judith is more than good enough for me! Let’s listen to Kiss by Prince for this post.
We arrived around 10:30 a.m. and snagged one of the last big tables. The moment we sat down, I could feel my anxiety rise. Customers at the table next to us stood to get to their seats, pressing in so close to my nephew, Roblox, that I felt my nerves tighten. I hadn’t even poured the tea yet when my mother rattled off five orders in less than a minute, filling up our table in frightening speeed.
Two minutes in, as I was pouring tea, Boss Lady was already dropping siu mai into Roblox’s dish, which he doesn’t like, while urging us to eat quickly before the food got cold. Narc gently reminded Boss Lady that there’s no need to put food on their plate, the kids will get it themselves.
I have a recent condition that makes it hard for me to eat, so I asked Roblox and Jellybean to help me describe the food I couldn’t try. My niece observed that the rice crepe doughnut wasn’t as fluffy as she was used to, saying it could be more voluminous, but still thought it tasted perfect with the sauce.
Jellybean softly prodded her brother to describe the soup dumplings, to which he responded: “It’s just… soup and dumplings. What is there to say about soup dumplings?” I foresee engineering as a possibility in Roblox’s future.
With that description and hearing everyone around the table devour the dishes, I thought: to hell with it. One siu mai won’t kill me. My first bite filled my mouth with hot juices and large, crunchy goodness. Damn, this was one damn good dumpling!
Jellybean enjoyed the coconut buns, which looked to me like they were baked in-house. She loved the fluffiness of the bun and noted the sweetness of the coconut filling. Roblox noticed a hair in the remaining bun—or a hair bun, if you will. These things happen. I flagged down a server. He offered to get me a new one, but the place was so busy he must have forgotten. It was fine as we were already getting too full.
Boss Lady selected more dishes, and then she began her shuffle of food onto plates to make room for even more food. She then asked Roblox if he wanted lobster or crab. Roblox’s eyes lit up. Narc interrupted their conversation and stated that dim sum was enough, then encouraged me to try the beef tripe, which he said had good seasoning. He would have preferred a slightly chewier texture, but was happy with it overall.
We tried two types of squid. Everyone preferred the tentacle version over the sweet, battered strips. The tentacle version was served hot, and the coating was crispier. This was Narc’s favourite dish.
I loved my mother’s go-to dish, a meat and vegetable steamed dumpling. The saucy filling was steaming hot and generously portioned, punctuated with crunchy peanuts. Best of all, the wrapping was chewy and tender, not oversteamed. I’d get this again.
Another winner was the rice noodles with soy sauce. It didn’t look like much, but once you picked one up, you could dig into these big, thin rice sheets.
Ludwig’s favourite dish was the gai lan, which had to be ordered from the kitchen. Boss Lady critically gazed at the gai lan and announced that we got premium pieces. I could smell the garlic. Ludwig and Boss Lady both agreed the gai lan was perfectly crunchy—better, they said, than the one at U and Me.
The price for all this food was more than reasonable, at around $20 per person. Central Grand is also one of the few places that still offers cart service. I have to give props to the staff. They worked hard and were always around to help with any requests. And despite the lineups outside, we got plenty of tea refills and all the side sauces without even asking. Hitting the Sauce gives Central Grand two phat thumbs up.
Chew Steel and I planned to try Indian food our entire trip, having heard it was excellent in England. However, we ended up skipping Haveli in Newcastle due to the long Uber ride and passing over Mowgli in Liverpool, despite my guide Paul’s strong recommendation. So, on our last night in London, I finally made it happen. Let’s listen to “Alright” by Supergrass for this post.
We arrived at our airport hotel late afternoon, and I found an article listing the best Indian food in London’s Southall community. Cross-checking with Google reviews, I narrowed it down to my top three. Once in Southall, I used Google Maps to find the closest spots on my list and spotted the Prince of Wales, a Punjabi pub located about a ten-minute walk away in a residential area.
The interior was cozy, almost like a vintage pub. The old-fashioned lamps emitted a yellow glow, and the scattered TV screens and games offered entertainment all around. The well-used tables and seats were filled with a mix of older and younger patrons, mostly Caucasian men and women. A few Indian guests sat with authority around the room, drinking beer and quietly observing the crowd.
We sat next to a father giving work and life advice to his daughter, and his wife quickly spotted us and asked us if this was our first time at the Prince of Wales. When we responded yes, she told us to get the chicken tikka masala, while her husband recommended one of the grills, their specialty. They both warned us: ask for less spice unless you know you can handle it. We ended up with the chicken grill (£18), chicken tikka masala with less spice (£14), two pints of Peroni beer (£7), and naan (£2).
The food took a while, but it was worth the wait. The grilled chicken platter arrived with a side of sizzle, filling the air with sharp crackles and hisses as white steam rose upward. I sat, inhaling the fragrance of spices and smoke.
I gave most of the tikka to Chew Steel, as it was more his style. The lean meat had the texture of chicken breast, caramelized slightly on the outside. The wings were more to my liking, extra chubby with crispy skin. I would alternate between dunking my wings in the side of herby, cilantro-heavy sauce and a brown sauce that was sweet and thick.
My favourite, however, was the chicken kebab, made of ground meat. The texture was soft and springy, and I enjoyed the delicate charred flavour. Chew Steel mentioned it was nice to have chicken prepared in three ways: boneless, bone-in, and ground.
This chicken tikka masala had bold, robust notes, with no sweetness or creaminess to soften the edges. The smoky depth of the grilled chicken stood out, layered with the tangy notes of tomato, ginger, and spices. I appreciated the bluntness of the flavours, as it reminded me of homemade food.
The naan was flat and dry, more like a flatbread than the soft, airy naan I get back in Calgary. However, it obviously wasn’t all bad, as I still gobbled it up.
Our final dinner of the trip was a success, a great find on my part, made possible with a bit of financial aid from Chew Steel. Hitting the Sauce gives Prince of Wales Pub two phat thumbs up.
We took a day trip to Edinburgh from Newcastle. It’s a 1.5-hour train ride away, and staying in Newcastle meant we saved around $500 on our hotel room. For this post, let’s listen to the Arctic Monkeys, “Do I Wanna Know?”.
My brother, Narc, strongly recommended visiting Edinburgh Castle (£24), and his wife suggested the Palace of Holyroodhouse (£25). However, he texted me “Hollywood”, so the entire time we were in Edinburgh, I told locals who asked me where I was going next that I was heading to Hollywood Castle, instead of “Haw-Lee-rood” Palace.
We arrived at the train station and walked up the Royal Mile. Holy, I’ve never seen such an impressive mile in my life. We walked down cobble streets aligned with towering medieval and Renaissance buildings. The piercing sound of bagpipes, mournful yet inspiring, almost stopped us in our tracks. The sight of the buildings, churches, and ancient castles was even more stunning to me than my visits to Dubrovnik or Greece. Chew Steel asked me if my father had ever visited Scotland. No, I responded, he hasn’t, likely because Scotland doesn’t have enough composers to compel him to fly over.
In no time, we made it to Edinburgh Castle, just as the rain began to fall. Not the warm summer rain I’m used to in Calgary, but a sharp, bone-cold drizzle that chilled my bare legs and arms like a bottle of wine. I miscalculated the weather. In Liverpool and Newcastle, a heatwave occurred, and I incorrectly assumed the weather would be warmer.
No worries, I wrongly thought again, as I would be warm once inside the castle. Edinburgh Castle is perched on a rock, and most of the tour is outside, exploring the main gate, the open plaza, the main courtyard, and the artillery areas. The warmest spot was the prison, which was cozy with its puppet light show and rows of hammocks and blankets. I was shivering so badly I wanted to crawl into one of the beds.
I also realized too late why my brother liked this castle so much. It was all military-related: the Mons Meg, a medieval cannon; the One O’Clock Gun; and a section dedicated to a vast array of medals, swords, and other symbols of military valour. The castle was originally a royal residence, but it later evolved into a military fortress. Edinburgh itself has a very long military history.
When we left, the sun came out again and dried my clothes. For lunch, we headed to Salt Horse, which is located in the centre of the city, a few blocks away from all the action. We sat down, a table away from an Asian female and her Caucasian partner. This detail will make sense in the following paragraphs.
The bartender knows his craft, not just about the history of the brewery or the style of beer making, but also about current anecdotes related to certain bottles. I told him about a delicious raspberry I tried at the Broad Chare. He recommended I try Timmermans Black Pepper Lambicus (£6.80), a bubbly Belgian beer. Chew Steel ordered Kriek Boon (£6).
What a lovely beverage! Thick and fragrant, the black cherries tasted and smelled a little like fresh pink roses. The black pepper was subtle and complemented the dark fruit. I’m a fan. Chew Steel enjoyed his beer was well.
As we sipped our beers, our bartender dropped off a plate of wings at our table. I told him we hadn’t ordered this, and he looked genuinely puzzled. The woman sitting next to us chimed in, “That was ours.” He laughed and said, “Oh well, you can see why I got confused about who ordered what. Right?” He gestured to us and then to them. One interracial couple exchanged a glance with another, and a silent moment of recognition passed between us. I joked to our doppelgangers, “We all look alike.” She laughed and offered to share the wings, which was very Asian of her. I declined, even though I really wanted one, and introduced myself, because we’re probably related, somehow.
Her name was Lisa; she was originally from San Francisco and now lived in Paris. She and her husband were heading to Montreal and Quebec City. I gave them some travel tips — where to go and, just as importantly, where not to go. Lisa wished us goodbye, and her husband disclosed Lisa was after some haggis, as she’s a devout foodie. For once in my life, I bit my tongue, but my eyes registered with Lisa’s husband, and I nodded in understanding.
For food, Chew Steel and I both ordered the Bowhouse (£15), which features dry-aged beef and bone marrow, accompanied by homemade, twice-cooked fries. This is a tasty burger! I could taste the bone marrow in the patty, which complemented the dryish texture well. I would come here again.
After our meal, we made it down to the Palace of Holyroodhouse, which was much more hospitable. The palace was full of interesting twists and turns, like the royal portraits and Mary, Queen of Scots’ private chambers, where her secretary was murdered by her husband. We finished the tour with a walk through the royal gardens.
We checked out some other areas, famous streets, and the most impressive statue honouring writer Sir Walter Scott, housed under a towering Gothic structure. Exhausted, we headed back to Newcastle for the night. One more day in London and we were back home! To be continued.
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