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Nyala: A safari for the belly

Thursday, October 5th, 2006

A whirlwind of flavours whipping across the palate

Mark Laba
Province

Nyala owner Assefa Kebede at the new location. JASON PAYNE— THE PROVINCE

I’ve always believed cutlery is overrated. We’ve lost the childish joy of sinking our fingers into our food to experience the pure visceral pleasures of gravy dripping off our elbows. The only adult demand I would make for this style of eating is refraining from throwing the stuff at the ceiling.

So it was with great anticipation that I was looking forward to joining The Brain and his gal, Divine Miss D., for a little soiree at this African eatery where we could let our fingers do the walking through our entrees.

A long-time fixture on West 4th, Nyala has relocated to Main Street and the red and gold walls and two large carved giraffes in the centre of the room evoke a simmering sunset on the African savannah.

Dinner begins with hot towels brought to the table so that everyone’s hands are clean before they go dipping them into the edibles. There are forks, though, for who don’t wish to risk trapping hot sauce beneath their pinkie ring.

“I wonder what the etiquette is on double-dipping?” I asked.

“About the equivalent of just face-planting into the food,” The Brain suggested.

The menu wanders the African continent but there’s a definite Ethiopian connection due to the spicing and recipes. We began with a large appetizer platter ($16.95) that included hummus, veggie pakoras, deep-fried and battered spicy squid and pita. The hummus was especially good — reddish pools of hot sauce gathering in the chickpea peaks and valleys. Squid were tender and the spicy hot sauce and mango chutney dippers added a little sweetness and zing to everything. A mound of cool lentils were piled in a corner of the plate and I proclaimed, “Mmm, good barley.”

“Those are lentils,” Miss Divine informed me. “How did you get this job again?”

For entrees Miss D. took on the yesega watt ($14), a beef stew brooding in red pepper, spiced butter, garlic and ginger. I tried the yedoro infille ($14.50), a chicken shlimazel spiked with Nyala’s very own hot- sauce concoction, and The Brain had the shrimp watt ($15.50), another tastebud blazer lathered in red pepper sauce and finished with onion and green pepper. All three dishes were then ladled on top a communal plate of injera bread and more injera was supplied on the side for tearing up and using like spongey pincers to grasp the food.

A word about injera bread. Its spongey texture seems to expand in the belly and we were soon stuffed before we even made a dent in the huge portions. A side order of lentil sambussa ($4 or $4.50 for beef), a variation on the samosa, didn’t help but they were excellent. Our entrees were just as tasty, a whirlwind of flavours whipping across the palate and feeding the brushfire of spices.

Look for dishes like yedoro tibs, a chicken dish mixed with awaze, a red chili paste; kitfo, an Ethiopian version of steak tartare with fiery mitmita, a red chili powder, or yeshimbera asa, chickpea-flour cakes with the complexly spiced berbere sauce.

“Y’know,” Miss D. said. “My parents were hippies and I’m used to not having cutlery, whether by design or just lack of money. This brings back memories but the food is way better than flax-seed lasagna.”

NYALA

Where: 4148 Main St., Vancouver

Payment/reservations: Major credit cards, 604-876-9919

Drinks: Fully licensed.

Hours: 5:30 p.m.-11:30 p.m. Tuesday-Sunday, closed Monday

© The Vancouver Province 2006

 

FigMint provides an attitude-free zone

Thursday, September 21st, 2006

Executive chef Lee Humphries is making food so good that it may cause David Hawksworth of West to glance over his shoulder

Mia Stainsby
Sun

FigMint Restaurant is located in the Plaza 500 Hotel near Vancouver city hall at Cambie and 12th.

I love the food, the service is extremely genial and FigMint’s interior is sleek and minimalist modern. But the optics are jarring.

Many of the diners are like ABC Restaurant regulars who wandered into the wrong place. That’s because FigMint is not only the sexy young thing that sashayed onto the corner of Cambie and 12th, it’s also the restaurant where Plaza 500 Hotel guests take their meals.

But I have to say, the pert young staff, clad in black are totally cool with it, welcoming them as if they were their moms and dads and grandparents. It’s an attitude-free zone.

I found the banquettes, wrapped around a large square table required a bit of effort to get around but I did like the Paul Smith fabric seat covers. I’m not so sure, though, about the Frank Gehry light fixtures that looked like scrunched-up paper cabbages.

For Vancouver, this is an expensive restaurant. Entrees are $25 to $30 and starters are $8 to $16. But Lee Humphries, the 28-year-old executive chef, is making food that might cause David Hawksworth of West to glance over his shoulder. Behind the bar, Dan Hawkins makes innovative drinks, which come with little nibbles, some of which can be mixed into the drink. Even the water comes with a tray of cucumber slices, lemon and lime wedges. The wine list is short, but the choices are interesting.

Humphries, a self-taught chef, was sous chef at West when he moved here from London in 2000. He moved on to Elixir at the Opus Hotel, as chef de cuisine. At FigMint, he’s in charge of the lounge menu as well as breakfast, brunch, lunch and dinner menus. I’ve only had dinner at FigMint and was impressed with the bold dishes with generally clean flavours. He gets it right by putting emphasis on the hunt for good ingredients, including — for his breakfast dishes — biodynamic eggs, “so beautiful, so yellow,” he says. Once he gets his ingredients, he knows how to manipulate them into seductive submission.

The menu is to the point, listing “Salmon,” “Halibut,” “Tuna,” and so on, accompanied by brief descriptions. When you get to “Lamb,” do stop and consider ordering it; you will learn the meaning of buttery tender meat. Patience is one of his virtues and allows the cooked meat to rest in a beurre monte before sending it out. That particular dish came with pomme fondant, fennel confit, tomato jam and thyme jus.

Sometimes, he’s overly eager, piling on too many elements but I still found exquisite tastes and textures on the plate. The halibut, for instance, came with a sweet bread and asparagus ravioli, sauteed spinach, chanterelles and licorice red wine jus. The licorice took it over the top.

A gruyere souffle with roasted pears, arugula and walnut emulsion was a great starter as was the chilled avocado panna cotta with grilled tiger prawns, smoked steelhead roe, celery leaves salad and gazpacho dressing.

His pomme frites are lethal. Perfectly golden and crispy on the outside, you will, and should, eat the works.

A pea tortellini came with seared scallops and a sauce vierge (virgin) of tomato and watercress. The pasta had perfect puncture consistency. When I sank my teeth into it, it popped open with its inner offering.

wasn’t overly fond of the beef tartare presentation; it was stuffed inside a cannoli-shaped potato crisp. I like beef tartare loose and unencumbered; and the trout was overwhelmed by an overly thick blanket of pistachio crust.

Desserts are innovative. A baked Alaska held peaches inside — a lovely light finish.

A 72-hour poached orange peel with bittersweet chocolate mousse, I think, would have been better without the orange peel, but the mousse was delicious.

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FIGMINT

Over-all: 4

Food: 4

Ambience: 3 1/2

Service: 4

Price $$S

500 West 12th Ave., 604-875-3312. Open 7 days a week for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Brunch on Saturday and Sunday. www.figmintrestaurant.com.

Restaurant visits are conducted anonymously and interviews are done by phone. Restaurants are rated out of five stars.

© The Vancouver Sun 2006

 

Meat loaf to ‘fill your boots’

Thursday, September 21st, 2006

It’s the most popular sandwich at Salty Tongue where they cook their own meats and meat loaf

Mia Stainsby
Sun

Erin Heather presents meat loaf sandwich at the Salty Tongue in Gastown. Photograph by : Glenn Baglo, Vancouver Sun

Sean Heather opens restaurants like a man possessed. Let me see. There’s Irish Heather, Shebeen, Salt, Limerick Junction and Salty Tongue Deli, all in Gastown. Another is in the offing later this fall just a little further east in ungentrified territory.

I went to Salty Tongue recently for lunch with a colleague — about time, you’d think, considering it’s a quick walk from my office and it’s been open for four years. We got in the lineup, which forms quickly around the noon hour.

Salty Tongue has a straight-ahead menu of sandwiches, soups, salads, wild mushroom mac and cheese and lamb shepherd’s pie. If you have a large capacity stomach, you might find room for wife Erin’s big cookies. (We brought a couple back to the office and the cookies quickly disappeared into surrounding maws.)

The mac and cheese has a surprise mix of cheeses. “Erin makes it with the ends of our cheeses and you never know what kind is in it. They could be very expensive cheeses.”

There’s only one way for lunch spots to have people queued up for sandwiches every day and that is to provide good quality everything at a decent price. And you do get that at Salty Tongue. They cook their own turkey, ham, beef and meat loaf and the bread is from Terra Breads.

“The most popular sandwich is the meat loaf,” says Heather. “Just ask for ‘meat loaf, fill your boots’. It’s an Irish expression meaning ‘the works’.”

Sandwiches cost around $6. If you add soup and salad, it’ll be about $8.50 — but that would definitely fill your boots. If you opt for the spinach salad, you’ll find it doesn’t stint. It’s got pine nuts and goat cheese like a high end salad.

Earlier in the a.m., you might try the egg crepe with Belfast ham, red onions, green pepper, cheddar and mustard. The construction workers around Gastown seem to appreciate it.

Restaurant visits are conducted anonymously and interviews are done by phone. Restaurants are rated out of five stars.

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SALTY TONGUE

213 Carrall St., 604-915-7258.

© The Vancouver Sun 2006

 

Hearty meals tucked away in Gastown

Thursday, September 14th, 2006

Transylvania Flavour is operated by Nick Cruciat, with help from his wife and mother-in-law

Mia Stainsby
Sun

Nick Cruciat, owner of Transylvania, holds a plate of his Transylvanian pork and beef sausages with mashed potatoes and a mixed green salad. Photograph by : Stuart Davis, Vancouver Sun

Transylvania Flavour is a tiny little place tucked away in a little back-pocket street in Gastown. Locals know it for the fresh and hearty, inexpensive meals. Since it closes at 6 p.m. during the week and 7 p.m. on Saturday, it’s more of a breakfast and lunch affair, but early-bird dinners can be squeezed in.

Owner Nick Cruciat runs it with help from his wife Joanna and his mother-in-law pitches in with the baking and desserts. She does some lovely cakes and strudels and makes the breakfast croissants as well.

As the name would suggest, there are Romanian dishes — Transylvanian sausages (skinless), cabbage rolls, schnitzels, and tripe soup. The latter is meant for Eastern European palates but adventurous diners do order it occasionally. A meat-bone broth and sour cream make up the base. A tongue-in-cheek McTransylvania Breakfast Burger is offered on croissant or whole wheat bread. Transylvania style potato salad is flecked with carrots, pickles and celery root.

As well as the homespun Romanian dishes, the menu features wraps, sandwiches, chicken cordon bleu, Italian sausages, quesadillas. There is a modest offering of wine and beers as well as organic coffee.

The prices are inviting. Wraps, quesadillas and sandwiches are $5.25 to $6.75; generous entree servings are $9.75 to $10.75 and you can be assured of good service from a very friendly Cruciat at the counter.

Restaurant visits are conducted anonymously and interviews are done by phone. Restaurants are rated out of five stars. [email protected]

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TRANSYLVANIA FLAVOUR

107 Carrall St., 604-683-3290

 

Wine’s health benefits help it outsell spirits for first time

Thursday, September 14th, 2006

Beer still king of brew, but B.C. wine sales jump 12.2%

Lena Sin
Province

Copper Chimney’s general manager Dalip Sharma says he can sell a $900 bottle of red in wine-crazed Vancouver. Photograph by : Ric Ernst, The Province

The noble grape is winning the battle for drinking palettes in British Columbia.

Growth in sales of wine in B.C. was up 12.2 per cent in 2004/2005 from the previous year, according to a new Statistics Canada survey on the sale of alcohol.

“What’s happening is you’ll find more and more people are into wine,” said Tony Stewart, a director of the B.C. Wine Authority and co-owner of Quails’ Gate Estate Winery in the Okanagan. “More people will bring a bottle of wine to a dinner party instead of other beverages and they’re way more wine knowledgeable.”

Nationally, the growth rate for wine was up by 6.5 per cent.

For the first time since statistics have been kept, wine is outselling spirits across the country.

Figures show Canadians spent $4.23 billion on wine for the fiscal year ending March 31, 2005, compared to $4.08 billion on spirits.

Beer remains the undisputed king of alcohol, racking in national sales of $8.45 billion.

Stewart attributed the renaissance of wine in part to a greater awareness of its health benefits. Recent studies show that drinking one glass of red wine a day may help protect against certain cancers and heart disease and can have a positive effect on cholesterol levels and blood pressure.

Stewart said he’s also seeing more and more baby boomers move away from cocktail hour to drinking a glass of wine over dinner.

Dalip Sharma, general manager of the Copper Chimney restaurant and bar in downtown Vancouver, said his customers are increasingly choosing wine over other drinks.

“With the publicity that red wine has received about its health benefits, people are choosing that over hard liquor,” said Sharma. “The low end of bottles — about $24, $28 — used to be the thing. But now, $45 is no problem. People readily buy $150, $250 dollar wines.”

Even his most expensive bottle of red at $900 will sell, he said.

On a per-capita basis, every Canadian aged 15 and over spent on average $161.10 on wine in 2004/2005.

Red wines accounted for 54 per cent of all sales of wines in Canada, while white wines had 32 per cent of the market.

Kevin McKinnon, manager of the Marquis Wine Cellar in Vancouver, said the rising popularity of red over white may have to do with price.

“I hate to say it, but there are more good red wines at a lower price point than whites,” he said. “I’d say around 15 years ago, you’d have two-thirds [of customers] into white, and one-third red. But it’s now about 50-50.”

While B.C.’s wineries remain a bit player in a competitive global market, sales figures have risen a dramatic 63 per cent in just three years.

Sales for B.C. Vinters Quality Alliance (VQA) wines in December 2005 topped $131 million, up from $109 million the previous year and $80 million in 2002.

© The Vancouver Province 2006

Gourmands find a bit of France in West Van

Thursday, September 7th, 2006

Recently opened, but with a family link to La Regalade, this is a true discovery for lovers of rustic bistro cuisine with a seafood speciality

Mia Stainsby
Sun

Owner and chef Steeve Raye, seen here with lobsters, returned from Europe to open his West Vancouver restaurant. Sometimes his mother and father help out. Photograph by : Bill Keay, Vancouver Sun

Fans of West Vancouver’s La Regalade will be thrilled. There’s a sequel.

La Regalade Cote Mer concentrates on seafood, but like La Regalade the first, the rustic French bistro food divines the mysteries of deliciousness. It’s not perfectly groomed and refined food; it’s honest and straight-forward with seductively assertive flavours. It makes my heart pound and my mouth water.

Upon finishing a meal of tuna tartare, beef cheeks in a dark, glassy, wine sauce and ile flottante, my husband declared, “I’ve reached nirvana. This is bliss.”

La Regalade Cote Mer is buried deep in West Vancouver, almost at Horseshoe Bay, across from Thunderbird Marina in a location where restaurants come and go with such regularity it should be a lesson to the next taker. That is, unless it happens to be the Raye family. This second Raye venture is operated by son, Steeve, 25, who returned from cooking at a restaurant in Belgium to oversee the operation.

The restaurant was open for a couple of weeks when I visited and I was astonished at word-of-mouth velocity. I tried to reserve the same day a couple of times and couldn’t get in. And when I did, the place was packed with West Van’s older, well-established demography. One night, I saw Douglas Coupland walk in, only to be turned away.

It was a little early to be critiquing the place, but I could not wait. And yes, there were some service glitches but I’m aware that it was freshly opened and they were slammed. There was French music; servers were dressed in the striped French mariners top, jeans and long waiters’ aprons. There was plenty of staff and there’s lots of hustle and bustle.

One Sunday evening the senior Rayes were pitching in on their day off from the Ambleside restaurant. Mom Brigitte Raye contributed immensely to the convincingly French feel of the place. “Bon soir!” she says in that singsong French welcome. Dad Alain was cooking like mad with Steeve.

The menu changes frequently and about two thirds of the menu had changed from one week to the next. On my first visit, one of the chalkboard menus (quaintly, but awkwardly lugged from table to table) was almost exclusively seafood; on the second, there were three meat dishes, at the request of diners.

On our two visits, we enjoyed a dish piled high with lightly deepfried white “baitfish”; crab and avocado salad; a beautifully grilled snapper with skin crisply seared, served over braised fennel; a helmet-sized bowl of bourride (fish stew); scallop carpaccio and onion tart (delectable); a velvety tuna tartare in mustard mayo; fillet of salmon with creamed leeks and bacon; beef cheeks in red wine with potato gnocchi. Most of the dishes come with a cone of perfectly cooked french fries. The potato gnocchi was the best I’d had with an incredible lightness of bearing. My only criticism was of the creamed leeks and bacon, which I felt was too heavy; my husband completely disagreed, with a countering “Mmmm,” upon tasting its richness.

Meals are big and burly, leaving only room for shared desserts. We had plum tart and ile flottante (absolutely sumptuous). Food is served in hefty portions, sometimes in rustic pots or Le Creuset ovenware.

If you’re thinking, yeah, but, it’s so far to drive, just remember, people go all the way to France for food like this. In fact, sitting on the patio, if it weren’t for the blue buses roaring by on Marine Drive, you’d swear you were there, in France.

LA REGALADE COTE MER

Overall: 4

Food: 4 1/2

Ambience: 4

Service: 3 1/2

Price $$/$$$

5775 Marine Dr., West Vancouver, 604-921-9701. Open Wednesday to Sunday for dinner; Friday to Sunday for lunch.

Restaurant visits are conducted anonymously and interviews are done by phone. Restaurants are rated out of five.

© The Vancouver Sun 2006

 

Where tacos are a religion

Thursday, September 7th, 2006

The idea for the Taco Shack took shape for Benefield while growing up in California

Mia Stainsby
Sun

Daved Benefield (left) and Noah Cantor show some of the tacos that are available at the Taco Shack on Cornwall. Photograph by : Ward Perrin, Vancouver Sun

If the guy making your tacos looks like he could tackle a Volkswagen Beetle, that would be Daved Benefield, who, until recently, was a defensive end for the Saskatchewan Roughriders, and before that, the B.C. Lions.

In fact, this little patch of Cornwall Avenue has got gridiron action goin’ on. Noah Cantor of the Toronto Argonauts is involved not only in Taco Shack, but in the next-door Vera’s Burgers. (Cantor and partner Gerald Tritt have been opening up Vera’s Burgers like men possessed. The seventh will be opening on Main Street soon.)

Taco Shack was Benefield’s idea. He feasted on tacos as a kid in California, and all the way through university. “It was a religion with him,” says partner Tritt. “You practice [football] and you have tacos. He’s the chief cook and bottle washer.” Taco Shack has become something of a Lions’ den, attracting players like Brent Johnson and Javier Glatt from the team.

Like the taco trucks he’s used to, Benefield kept this place simple. Really simple. There’s chicken, steak or fish tacos — three for $6.89. Or, you can opt for a quesadilla or a mitt-ful of burrito, also $6.89 each. That’s it. That’s the menu.

The tortillas taste nice and fresh and that’s because they’re made every day, from scratch.

Simple, simple, simple. You roll up your sleeves and dig in. I added another step: splatter sauce on clothing.

The popular little place has had lineups since they opened in July. It’s open every day from 11 a.m. to 11 p.m. and in January, Taco Shack will be swapping places with Flying Wedge Pizza, at 1915 Cornwall, a couple doors east.

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TACO SHACK

1935 Cornwall St., 604-239-5102

© The Vancouver Sun 2006

 

Melting pot cuisine: Vancouver comes of age in its ethnic offerings

Thursday, August 24th, 2006

Mia Stainsby
Sun

Guests at Vogue Chinese Cuisine at 3779 Sexsmith in Richmond enjoy some of the unique dishes offered there. Photograph by : Steve Bosch, Vancouver Sun

The Zest Japanese Cuisine restaurant brings a refined touch to the izakaya style of cooking. Photograph by : Ian Smith, Vancouver Sun

Victoria Tran and brother Dave Tran at their Mekong Vietnamese restaurant on Renfrew. They have another on Commercial Dr. Photograph by : Ward Perrin, Vancouver Sun

The memories are still dust-free — remember chop suey and egg foo yung masquerading as Chinese food? Remember sukiyaki as the height of Japanese food? Lasagna hitting the outer limits of Italian?

Well, today’s lexicon of ethnic food would have been gibberish back then — ackee, aloo paratha, gulab jamun, bresaola, labneh, tajine, zarzuela, mu shu pork, bibimbop, mee krob, pho, chawan mushi or avgolemono, anyone?

The last 15 or so years has been the big-bang growth of ethnic cuisines, reflecting, of course, Vancouver’s melting pot culture. When it comes to Asian cuisines, nothing stands up to this city’s offerings except a flight across the Pacific.

Immersed in the city’s blizzard of ethnic cuisines, I’ve experienced a hailstorm of firsts — first Japanese oyakodon, Mexican pozole and hot chocolate, Italian baccala or Spanish merguez, Korean bibimbop, Indian paneer, Moroccan tagine and couscous, Chinese congee, Szechuan tan tan noodles, Vietnamese pho, or pad Thai — the dishes goes on and on and are so much a part of my expectations, they’re now regular fare, where once they might have been exotic. Indian food reached a new level in this city when Vikram Vij came along, refining the muddier, harsher aspects until it sang the Hallelujah chorus. Other cuisines will be doing the same and I can’t wait for the Vikram Vij of Vietnamese cuisine to come along. Or Greek, or Mexican, for that matter.

Banana Leaf Malaysian Restaurant recently opened a third location after 11 years in the city. Teresa Yu, administrative assistant, says she’s noticed the growing comfort level of diners with the intense flavours of Malaysian cuisine. “Dried shrimp paste is very aromatic with a strong smell,” she says, “and it’s probably strange for some, but they’re generally getting used to the intensities.”

As well, people are beginning to eat with a bit more lust than expected of polite and proper North American etiquette.

“Our Singapore chili crab is a whole crab that’s chopped up and mixed with sauce. It’s a little messy to eat but gradually, people have become more accepting of it. They used to be prim and proper about it but now they’re hands-on and adventurous. They put on a bib and get in there with the shell cracker and dive right in and enjoy it thoroughly.

It’s a whole visceral experience, using hands and mouth and crunching into it. It’s a full sensory experience and it requires letting go a little.”

The first wave of ethnic restaurants start at low-rent areas like Kingsway, Main, Commercial, East Hastings in Vancouver. In the suburbs, Coquitlam, Surrey and Richmond are home to innumerable Korean, Chinese, and Indian restaurants.

I’m noticing I go into withdrawal when I’m away from the city so I’m guessing somewhere along the line, the food here has become something more than the sum of its parts. Even in food-obsessed France, I was reaching a critical stage, craving Vancouver’s sparkle of flavours. It’s one reason I’m always happy to come home.

Some cuisines, like Italian and French, have become so deeply embedded, it’s no longer ethnic. While we haven’t quite covered the entire globe and probably never will, now and again, we’ve had offerings from unexpected corners of the world like Tibet, Peru and Myanmar. Food follows the migratory patterns of people, like it has for centuries; once settled, it finds its own expressions, liaising with other cuisines. The mainstream Joey’s restaurant chain, for instance, now boasts of its sushi taco. Some restaurants have conjoined cultures through unique personal histories — like the two Indian-Chinese restaurants, Green Lettuce and Chili Pepper House. Or Lion’s Den and Cameo Cafe, which are unions of Jamaican, Japanese and Cambodian flavours. Duffin’s Donuts makes nifty doughnuts, but their Mexican tortas, Chinese and Cambodian food tells you the story of the Cambodian-Canadian owners.

The major tectonic shifts have been with Chinese and Japanese food, going from chop suey and sukiyaki to a deeper, wider, truer representation of what those countries have to offer. From the Chinese, we’ve learned to eat communally and worship at the altar of freshness and take heat from the Szechuan side of things; from the Japanese, most significantly, we now eat raw fish with the greatest of ease and don’t think twice about seaweed or fermented soybean paste (miso) although we screech to a halt at some of the slimier textured Japanese food, like natto, another fermented soybean dish or mountain potatoes. And notice, we’ve become ace chopstick handlers, no longer the fumblers of yesteryear.

For Chinese food, I like the mom and pop kind of places where you feel like you’re walking into someone’s kitchen. My favourite of that ilk, WingWah recently closed, but if you happen to know your way around Richmond, it’s Chinese food bonanza out there. If I’m in the mood for a more refined meal, it would be at Sun Sui Wah. For noodles, there are endless variations at Toko, Shao Lin, Long Noodle House or Shanghai Bistro. Some Chinese dishes are still in the ‘exotic’ category for non-natives — dishes like jellied pork blood and chicken feet. Who knows, give us another five years. For those who just want to dip their toes, there’s nouvelle Chinese, like Wild Rice with Chinese food dressed in North American finery.

Where Japanese food was once teriyaki, tempura and teppan yaki, it bolted to sushi-ville where it rested for a good long period. Passions cooled a notch or two when sushi joints popped up like Orville Redenbacher popcorn, spreading right through the suburbs and into the hinterland. Lately, there’s been a mass march to izakaya style cooking, which originally tested West Coast waters in the early ’90s at Raku Kushiyaki where I gobbled up yummy grilled onigiri and miso-grilled eggplant; izakaya broke loose when a Japanese company spawned three, one on Thurlow (Raku), another on Robson (Guu) and yet another in Gastown (Kitanoya Guu). Now they’re they’re popping up like corn with Hapa Izakaya, the current gold standard.

“This city’s been so exposed to Asian cuisine that it’s not far-fetched for people to try salty squid guts [shio kara],” says Hapa owner Justin Ault. “It’s horrific and I despise it myself. The Japanese love it with sake and here, once in a while, people will order it because they want to try it.”

Ault’s menu even has horsemeat, very common in Japan. “It’s like eating Fido here but people are always asking for new things.”

When Japanese chefs visit Vancouver, they’re shocked at the number of sushi places in the city. What they don’t realize is, in Vancouver, sushi is not elevated to an art. Most sushi chefs here have not gone the route of many in Japan, where they’re not allowed to handle a sushi knife for years. “They quickly realize there’s only a few places operated by Japanese and some sushi chefs have not much more than two weeks of training.”

The proliferation of sushi and sashimi has paved the way for ceviche, which Baru, a Latin American restaurant in Point Grey serves a lot of now. “It used to be a hard sell because it’s not cooked,” says Mark Fremont, a co-chef. “Now, the the shrimp and halibut ceviche is one of our biggest sellers. In fact, the owners are looking into possibly opening a ceviche bar at some point. “We’ve been open five and a half years, we don’t advertise and we’re getting busier and busier,” he says. Customers are 80 per cent non-Latin American.

Along with Chinese and Japanese restaurants, Indian, Thai, Vietnamese, Malaysian, Singaporean and Indonesian places abound. Globetrotting around culinary Vancouver, you’ll find tastes of Greece, Portugal, Spain, Mexico, Mongolia, Lebanon, Turkey, Vietnam, Russia, Eastern Europe, England, Germany, Switzerland, Venezuela, Ecuador, Jamaica, Ethiopia, Morocco, Ukraine, Brazil, Chile, El Salvador, Iran, Afghanistan, Korea, Israel, Cuba, Ecuador, Colombia, Ireland, Myanmar, Hungary.

Do we hear any takers from Samoa? Iceland? Tunesia? New Guinea? Latvia?

© The Vancouver Sun 2006

 

Nice family-style fusion at the Orchid Delight

Thursday, August 24th, 2006

Owners Michael and Pauline Soh bring cross-cultural cuisine from Malaysia and Singapore to Burrard Street

Mia Sta
Sun

Michael (centre), Pauline and Nelson Soh with some of the offerings at their Orchid Delight restaurant on Burrard Street near the Fifth Avenue Cinemas. Photograph by : Steve Bosch, Vancouver Sun

Sometimes we think we’re so gosh-darn modern, but sometimes we’re really slow off the mark.

Take fusion food. It’s nothing new. In countries like Malaysia and Singapore, with their melting pot cultures going back hundreds of years, the national cuisine is fusion, with huge influences from India and China as well as Portugal, Holland and the Middle East. Even within the borders, food is a melting pot of differences.

You can smell it in the air when you walk into Orchid Delight, a small Malaysian/Singaporean place, handily close to the Fifth Avenue Cinemas, where my husband and I often meet friends. I’m not always in the mood for pizza at Incendio next door before the movie, and this is a nice alternative. I couldn’t be happier than slurping a bowl of golden-hued lemak laksa, a noodle soup steeped in coconut milk and studded with deep-fried tofu, bean sprouts, chicken and shrimp. I have a weakness for anything coconut-milky. Across the border in Singapore, lemak laksa would have a curry base, not coconut.

At Orchid Delight the menu isn’t sprawling and difficult to navigate. The family-style food is cooked by owners Michael and Pauline Soh, who immigrated to Canada from Singapore some 15 years ago. Michael was a marine engineer in the navy there. Son Nelson waits on tables, although he doesn’t seem too pleased to be doing it. Another server, a very cheerful blond woman, made up for his impatient style of service.

Sambal prawns, sauteed with garlic, green pepper and shrimp paste were fresh and lightly cooked; nasi goreng, a lightly curried rice was endowed with crunchy bits of vegetables.

The spicy sambal kang-kong, a dish of seasonal greens, might be an acquired taste for some with its generous flavouring of fermented dried shrimp (belacan). I heaved it onto my husband’s plate hoping he’d make a dent in it.

The deep-fried Singapore fish cakes are compressed circles served with chili sauce. Roti prata comes with a curry dip. The Hainanese boneless chicken was plainly cooked but moist and tender and accompanied by a ginger and garlic chili sauce.

On both my visits, the kitchen was out of satays, which I was eager to try. On another, it was out of a daily special that was on the chalkboard outside. Not able to order nasi lemak, a coconut rice dish with eggs, shrimp, peanuts, cucumber and sambal anchovies on a first try as well, I ordered it on my second visit but never got it.

But perspective, perspective. This isn’t haute, the prices are very reasonable with most dishes, except the seafood, high-jumping the $10 mark.

And it’s a very good place to know that is walking distance to the Fifth Avenue Cinemas.

ORCHID DELIGHT

Over-all: 3

Food: 3

Ambience: 2 1/2

Service: 2 1/2

Price $

Orchid Delight. 2445 Burrard St., 604-731-0221. Open 11 to 3 for lunch; 5 to 10 for dinner. Closed Mondays.

Restaurant visits are conducted anonymously and interviews are done by phone. Restaurants are rated out of five stars. ([email protected])

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Noshing is noisy, but nice

Thursday, August 24th, 2006

Kitanoya Guu With Otokame in Gastown joins Raku and Guu with Garlic as intimate hangouts

Mia Stainsby
Sun

Sharad Arora and Malani De Leon enjoy some saki before a sashimi salad at Kitanoya Guu With Otokamae in Gastown. Photograph by : Stuart Davis, Vancouver Sun

If you’re in search of an izakaya nosh, maybe with a beer and a gaggle of friends, this place won’t exactly be front and centre.

Kitanoya Guu With Otokamae is located up deep inside The Landing complex in Gastown with seating on the second floor. Grab a table by the expansive windows — it’s a lovely setting looking down upon Water Street.

It bears a name that doesn’t easily slip off the tongue. Just try to remember it if you’re not Japanese. I won’t try to explain the meaning to you because after talking to staff, I’m still not quite clear — something about the owner’s name, being a man and being high-end.

It is one of three izakayas owned by this man. Raku on Thurlow was one of the earlier izakayas, an intimate hangout for young, noisy English language students from Japan. The second, Guu with Garlic is bigger and just as noisy, except in this case, it’s the staff yelling orders down to the kitchen, right from your table.

The small plate dishes are all under $10 and you’ll find shareables such as seared tuna sashimi with ponzu sauce; grilled king crab with wasabi mayo; black cod with sweet miso sauce.

There’s no fear of fusion food here and some of the dishes declare that — like the deep-fried brie with mango sauce and mussels with garlic cream sauce and garlic baguette.

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KITANOYA GUU WITH OTOKAMAE

375 Water St., 604-685-8682

© The Vancouver Sun 2006