
You have probably been wondering when the next installment of Rachel’s Restaurant Review was coming out. Don’t worry – I’m back, and I have a lot to talk about. For spring break, my parents and I went to the exotic land of Vancouver. You may remember Vancouver because they hosted this little gathering called the Olympics. I strongly recommend that anyone who enjoys food, freakishly nice people, and cleanliness move to Vancouver immediately. There is no way I could talk about every meal I had, so I will just review the highlights.
Rangoli
1488 West 11th Avenue
Vancouver, BC V6H 1L1
phone (604) 736-5711
fax (604) 736-3701
I was dying to go to this restaurant because Anthony Bourdain went there on his show No Reservations, and I trust his judgment. To me, Rangoli was good because it made Indian food more accessible for people who don’t know a lot about it and are willing to try it. I ordered a lamb dish, and it was extremely tender and had a nice kick to it. Every previous Indian restaurant I have gone to usually emphasizes a more communal dinner, but this was more individualized. I wasn’t crazy about this idea, but I had more to myself, so that was a plus. I would have appreciated more naan and rice to sop up the juices, but it was nice to not be overwhelmed by the amount of food. It was very crowded at both Rangoli, and its sister restaurant Vij’s (more upscale) with a 45 minute wait. If I lived in Vancouver, I would definitely go back for the lamb and the chai.
Jules
216 abbott street vancouver bc V6B 2K8
tel: 604-669-0033
Our first dinner in Vancouver was at a cute French bistro called Jules. Located in Vancouver’s historic Gastown, Jules sits right in-between the richest and poorest neighborhoods in the area. The main highlight of the evening was the flamboyant Maitre D who made us feel like old friends, and the not so sober waitresses who talked to us about the glory of British Colombia wines. For my main course, I had the steak frites. I have to say that compared to Chicago beef, Vancouver doesn’t really make the cut, but it was decent. My cheesy, bacony, oniony appetizer, however, was delicious. I would recommend Jules more so for the atmosphere and people, but the food was above average. Try and befriend the Maitre D – he’s great.
Imperial Chinese Restaurant
Main Floor, Marine Building
355 Burrard Street
Vancouver, B.C.
V6C 2G8
Telephone: (604) 688-8191
Facsimile: (604) 688-8466
Located across the street from our hotel, the Imperial Chinese Restaurant was an all around classy establishment. The white table cloths and loose leaf lavender tea were a nice touch to our humungous meal. We started off with a tasty hot and sour soup. I ordered the Peking Duck, and it was very impressive. The chef made two creations out of the duck. The first course was the crispy skin with a dollop of hoisin sauce and green onions placed in a “Chinese tortilla” to make a “Chinese taco”. The second course was the duck meat combined with what appeared to be water chestnuts and possibly mushrooms that we then wrapped in leaves of lettuce. It was so good, but I couldn’t physically eat all of it. We went on a Sunday, which may have explained why there were only two other tables the entire night, but it was enjoyable nonetheless.
International Buddhist Temple
9160 Steveston Highway (between No. 3 and No. 4 Roads)
Richmond, B.C., Canada
V7A 1M5 Tel: (604) 274-2822
Fax: (604) 271-2338
This temple was one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. It was amazing to see people actively worshipping among the various replicas of Buddhas. We also had our most intimidating meal here. There we were: three hungry, pasty tourists looking for a quick meal and eureka- a temple cafeteria! There were explicit instructions on the table to only order what we could eat, that we couldn’t talk and that we needed to finish everything on our plates. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem for my parents and me, but we were defeated. The women in charge took a strange disliking to my mom, and she laughed an evil laugh when she brought our food out. Little did we know, one plate of food was actually a huge casserole full of noodles and vegetables. Good thing we ordered three. My mom and I were feeling extremely guilty that there were explicit instructions to finish the food, so we made a noble effort to finish our chop suey like concoction. Under normal conditions, the food would have been delicious, but nothing really tastes good after consuming half of our body weight in it. The women packed our 20 pounds of leftovers in baggies, and it was really embarrassing. A warning from the woman would have been nice, but this meal ended up being our most memorable.
There are about 15 more restaurants I could talk about, but the moral of this story is that Vancouver is an amazing town to eat in. My only complaint is that they seem to be unaware of this little thing called unsweetened iced tea. I am a huge tea snob, and I was deeply disturbed to find that all of my iced teas were already sweetened. This cultural difference would be the biggest obstacle for me if I decided to move there. Also, never order a hamburger. Although the Canadians are nearly perfect, the decision to make all hamburgers well done was really tragic. I ordered a hamburger, and it looked like a hockey puck. I understand that Canadians like hockey, but they don’t need to reflect this though their burgers. It tasted like a huge chunk of sausage one might find on a Chicago Deep Dish pizza, and it was really distressing. Other than these two things, we didn’t have one bad meal in Vancouver, and I can’t wait to go back in the future.