Friday
morning. It's really difficult to roll out of bed after a raucous
night of karaoke with friends at a roaring East Van bar until later AM hours. This was made doubly so this morning having to face a dismal
grey sky that shit cold despair down onto the city.- add to this the
warm naked woman that shared my bed and you have a day that may just
be best faced from under the covers. The alarm was bleeping though
and I rolled over to shut it off and take a long guzzle of the stale
water that is always beside the bed. My parched throat welcomed the
hydration and I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Rising up to shower I
glanced back at the beautiful creamy curve that is the place where a
woman's waist meets her hip at the cusp of her ass. Perfect.
***sigh***
The
shower was warm and quick as I had places to be. A hair appointment
with Liam at Clover Salon
on Georgia. Then, a food cart tour with the sometimes lovely but
always vociferous Jessica
who works for These
Guys. Hair shorn short and my spirits lifted I met up with Jess
and the group of 4 other brave souls who felt that a Friday in
December with the mercury at 6 degrees and a sky the colour of ash
would make for an enjoyable backdrop to eating food and learning
about Vancouver's burgeoning food-cart scene.
Vancouver
has a storied past in regards to food carts and the eating of
comestibles outside of brick and mortar licensed venues. Up until the
Olympics jostled our collective consciousness regarding our city as a foodie destination and
subsequently brought us to the attention of the world beyond
snowboarders and pot smokers, who are too often the same people, Vancouver fucking sucked for street eats. Having traveled extensively
I have come to appreciate many cultures and judge their food
based on what I can buy on the street for a small amount of money in
often less than optimum health conditions. Pad Thai, Anticuchos,
Donair Kebab, Tacos and Cerviche, Lhaksa and Takoyaki these are the
foodstuffs that create memories and scar a palate with their flavours
and textures. Good food made in not the best conditions but full of passion and flavour.
Up until last year Vancouver
had hotdogs. Yup. Fucking hotdogs. And generally, mediocre hotdogs
with condiments that were by law mandated to have to be prepared by a
commercial kitchen. Long and short, our street food sucked ass. We
also inexplicably had roasted chestnuts and popcorn. I guess the
logic was neither had led to any deaths or sickness so we were likely
safe.
Where
the fuck did this anal uptight food fear stem from?
Well....
It seems back before you were born there was a picnic in a park and
foodstuffs prepared in residential kitchens were served. A listeria
outbreak killed hundreds and sickened the city to the point that so
many man hours were lost that week that they named it The Dark Times.
Diarrhea effluent darkened the waters around the city and tourism
dropped to pre-20th century levels.
None
of this happened. Well, except that a few people got pretty sick. But
the reaction of the government was on par with my hyperbolic tale.
They banned the preparation of fresh food anywhere but in a licensed
commercial kitchen by state appointed apparatchiks and thus issued the death knell of anything that
wasn't a long synthetic tube filled with unmentionable bits of animal
by-product.
Fast
forward to the Olympics. A little cart by the name of Japadog had
been thumbing their noses at the city and provincial government by
following the rules but breaking the mold of the standard frankfurter
franchise and offering a hotdog with a Japanese twist. The immediate
and lasting success of Japadog, the influx of erudite and moneyed
tourist and the need to feed the millions that were flocking to our
streets for 12+ hours a day led to a trial run in fresh food preparation.
It seems that the rest of the entire fucking world may have been on
to something as the first 18 carts created quite a buzz.
Unfortunately the lottery system used to decide who would be given a
license was probably not the best way to have approached a long term
investment in culinary excellence. Fruit carts and other testaments
to mediocrity slowly failed as people visited the best among the
early upstarts and left the rest to die a slow death on the curb... Those that succeeded, like The Re-Up BBQ are still
flourishing and now have a second cart to supplement their businesses.
This move was part of the expansion of the program to include another
18 carts in mid 2011.
Now
we are getting somewhere.
The
law is still strict regarding placement and movement – or
non-movement in this case – of the carts but we now have a
flourishing, inexpensive, quick, and damn tasty set of options for
food in the downtown core. So... what did we do on the tour?
Well,
over the course of a finger numbingly cold 90 minutes we visited 4 of
the 36 carts (I know, I would have loved to visit 10 or more, but you
fill up quick, even when just eating half portion samples at each
venue) We started at Re-up which interestingly enough, rents space in
the commissary kitchen where I am a cook and does all their prep work
there.
Texan
style BBQ heavy on heat and vinegar we were presented first with a
sweet Southern Tea. An iced tea that in mid July would have blown my
fucking mind, in mid December I drank it quickly as my fingers began
to remember the Edmonton winters of my past. The mix of lemon and
sugar and black tea was spot on though and that drink was lovely if a
bit misplaced season wise – but I guess in Texas they don't have a
lot of hot refreshing beverages of a regional variety. The pulled
pork sample we tried was good. Smoked in an electric smoker with
Pecan Wood chips it was different than the fire smoke apple-wood that
I used in my stint as a BBQ cook. It wasn't the best I've had, but
solidly good. The pork shoulder could use longer in the smoker to
really become a flossy melt in you mouth consistency but the BBQ
sauce was very tasty and well rounded with a spicy bite. It wasn't a
cloyingly sweet tomato-y mess and it complimented the cider vinegar
and thick shreds of cabbage well starting a bit sour but finishing
smoky and spicy. The bun was straight up traditional BBQ style, a
simple slightly sweet hamburger bun which is more of a meat delivery
system and sauce containment unit than anything else. I want to try their brisket because in my world almost anyone
can make a decent pulled pork but cooking and slicing brisket is a
skill. I didn't notice much else on the menu in regards to sides,
condiments and desserts but it was cold and we were on our way to the
next cart... Overall: I'd go back
Bun
Mi... Banh Mi! Fuck yes.
Banh
Mi is probably one of my favorite inexpensive
satisfying-lovely-quick-bite-to-eat foods there is and now I can buy
it on the street. On Robson near HMV (Soon to be not HMV) Banh Mi is
probably one of the worlds best sandwiches. Harkening back to the
leftovers of the colonials in French Indochina (Now Vietnam) the
Vietnamese would take the leftover slightly stale baguettes that
their asshole French rulers had left for them and add to them local
ingredients like cilantro and cucumber and pickled vegetables and
whatever odd meats might have been available. Sauce that bad boy up
or not and we have Banh Mi. They rock a chicken thigh-meat simmered
with lemongrass and I was hesitant as chicken is not a usual suspect
in the otherwise suspect meats that make up the banh mi I love. I
took my half and bit in. Banh Mi? Fuck me! It was tasty. I'm really
glad they went with dark meat because while chicken breasts have their place, rich in flavour and body they are not. I would have liked more
lemongrass and more jalapenos but the little bits of skin that were
in the few bites I had were sublime. The pickled carrot and daikon
were crunchy but not the best. The whole thing was also slightly over
seasoned. Luckily I like my food salty. Overall: I liked it but at 5$
a pop it's not a destination for me due to my proximity to amazing
and cheap Banh Mi 5 blocks away. I guess if I am ever shopping in
whatever takes over the behemoth of a retail space that HMV is
evacuating out of I might be tempted to visit Bun Me and have another
go. Oh, PS. They also rock a tofu version for any vegetarians out
there.
I
was appetized at this point and ready for more.
We
continued South on Burrard and I had a sense of where we were headed.
Back to where it all began. This made sense today. Our group was
small and it was a dreary December weekday. We approached Japadog in
it's long standing spot at the corner of Burrard and Pender kitty
corner to the Scotiabank Theatre. A few patrons waited patiently for
their dogs but it was nothing like the epic lines that in the summer stretch down the block and during the Olympics precipitated
3 hour wait times with people being paid as line holders by wealthier
patrons whose time was worth more than waiting in a line like us
working class schlumps. Today though, no lines. Just a hot delicious
fusion of flavours. The hot greasy beef of a thick Frank topped with
Japanese condiments. We had the basic starter dog. The beef teri-mayo
with caramelized onions, kewpie mayo, teriyaki sauce and shredded nori.
Not
my first dog and not my last, these are always good and if you can
fight your way past students shooting pictures of each other in front
and if you manage to negotiate this you too can be part of the
craziness that is Japadog. I have to admit though, I don't eat a lot
of hotdogs and Japadog is a novelty so therefor a food of opportunity
and craving. I have to be in the area and wanting it's unique
flavours but they do what they do well and in their words: “...Hot
dog stand in the matrix as possible, changed the history of the stand
of North America... Always something new, is growing in power to try
to defy the common sense that hot fun!”
well
played Japadog... Well played.
Turning
about face I ran ahead at Jessica's bequest to the next “cart”
because we were edging 3pm and things occur at 3 that could be
detrimental to our next visit. You see at 3, Vancouver's rush hour
starts and all lanes open in the downtown core and anyone still
parked in those lanes is viciously and without mercy towed by hulking
hairy brutes who smoke filthy cigars, kick dogs and curse openly in
front of children. Our destination that we were fast approaching was the Tacofino Taco Cart... er...
truck.
True
to the Baja style prevalent throughout California some hippy surfer
ne'er do wells had somehow obtained an old food truck and turned it
onto the local Canadian version of a taco truck up in Tofino. It's
must have played well with the locals and the surfers because now
they are down in Vancouver spreading the taco gospel as the love of
Baja mexi-cali cuisine spreads like a wildfire through wealthy LA
county real estate. Seriously, at this rate, within a year or so we
will have as many taco places as sushi and hopefully the quality will
be on par.
Tacofina,
by the way, also operates out of Save On Meats and they are a nice
bunch of people who happen to make pretty sick food (sick like in the
good surfer lingo the kids use these days) I hadn't eaten at their
food truck before and we got there with just enough time to slam some
deep fried fish taco into our gullets. They use locally sourced
ingredients as best they can and the mix of crispy hot battered ling
cod and crunchy cabbage beside the fresh salsa and sour crème in a
soft tortilla made my heart beat a little faster. These guys nailed
it. It's not Chronic Tacos and it's not La Taqueria it's just plain
good and I will be back. As a nice little bonus we received a
Chocolate caramel corn-pop tart. A soft subtle chocolate pastry shell
filled with sticky chewy caramel embedded with corn pops cereal like
crunchy little prizes of awesome and all topped with a fudgey
chocolate coating. Now, this is outside of my usual go-to tastes as I
don’t really rock dessert all that often, but for 4 bucks... get
your ass down and demand one of these and if they are sold out I know
for certain the Chocolate Diablo cookie will melt your grey matter
with it's mix of sea salt, dark chocolate, fresh lime and loads of
hot chili powder. Probably the best cookie I have ever eaten. Period.
A
lovely day overall and that was just 10% of the fare available. I was
stuffed after the four carts and in subsequent posts will be visiting
4 carts at a time with a friend and splitting a menu item or two. So
stay tuned. Maps and routes will follow as well...
At
this point we disbanded and Jess and I walked back to the HMV to
peruse the 70% off sale that seemed to be mostly DVD's. She bought a
CD for her brother. I left with a sense of self satisfaction. Have
fun dying a slow slow death you outdated retail monstrosity - maybe a media cart might be in order.
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Eat well,
Wiilie
Next time: Eggs and why the worlds best food fucking sucks.