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VANCOUVER: Save On Meats

The iconic neon piggy on West Hastings in Vancouver’s notorious Downtown Eastside stood among the big red Woodward’s W as one of the most recognizable signs of my childhood.

I was keenly interested to read about the efforts of restaurateurs Mark and Nico Bran to reopen the butcher shop and diner (which closed in [...]

VANCOUVER: Church's Fried Chicken

The only fried chicken we ate when I was a kid came from Church’s Chicken. I have no idea why. It might be because you can get corn on a stick there.

The Canadian locations for the U.S.-based chain are all in B.C. So when I got a craving for fried chicken, I was eager [...]

VANCOUVER: Refuel

Every time J and I celebrate a special occasion, he asks what I want. And I always say, “Dinner.” Then he lets me pick where we go. Good man, eh?

I usually choose fancy schmancy, but for our anniversary this year I wanted laid-back but great food so we headed for Refuel.

I had heard so much [...]

TORONTO: Waffle Works (and fried chicken!)

I’ve been intrigued by the combination of waffles and fried chicken ever since I heard about it. Common in the U.S., it’s definitely not so common here in Canada.

So when Jessica mentioned a flyer for The Waffle Works, I jumped at the opportunity and convinced my sister and her husband to chauffeur us.

Unfortunately, our electronic [...]

Surprise birthday lunch

I work in a pretty great pod. You know, the open-desk, linked rat-maze format where you have no privacy and no walls, but it’s OK because you and your co-workers share the same sense of humour and sensitivity to temperature fluctuations.

We had a birthday in our office a few weeks ago, and someone made [...]

CALGARY: Aneurysm on the way

Everyone it seems has a nickname for Chicken on the Way – Grease on the Run, Aneurysm on the Way, Heart Attack in a Box…

But love it or hate it, it’s been an institution since 1958. Apparently, little has changed except the original logo which showed a black man carrying a platter of fried [...]

CHICAGO: Hallelujah, pass the grits

Yes, the House of Blues is a chain. Yes, the gospel brunch is a gimmick. But where else can I see a real gospel choir while stuffing my face with fried chicken?

Our tickets said 10 a.m. seating but at 10, we had to stand in the folk art-decorated foyer and suffer through an awful [...]