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Restaurant by Marques Houston

No matter how tempting it is to go a place off the beach, where the dolphins are so close they could eat my food, I think for the time being I’ll just “keep it hood”; or at least keep it in my hood.

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An Interlude at the Keefer

Cold and snowy had been the Vancouver forecast as of late so when The Keefer Bar (@thekeeferbar) tweeted, “The streets are clear, and we’ve got a fire to warm your hands and whiskey to warm your belly,” I knew a jaunt to 135 Keefer Street was in order.

Fire pit at the Keefer Bar

I love sitting a patio. Period. And if I can do that in late November surrounded by a warmth manufactured by propane heaters, a fire pit, and some whiskey, hand’s down, I am in. The Keefer’s patio, unlike it’s summer version of  deuces and fours around small tables,  is now set with eight chairs circling the fire pit.  Pillows shield your butt from the coolness of the metal the chairs, lanterns added touches of warmth and the awning protects you from the typical winter drizzle. It is a perfect protected and cozy outdoor escape.

Sitting around a fire pit conjures up memories straight out of my childhood cottage life, and to fully indulge in a childhood interlude in this city, I knew there would be one thing missing…

Marshmallows!

All it took was a bit of preparation and the vision was complete. Armed with a bag of Jet Puffs and a twig from a neighbouring tree, a popular camping/backyard tradition had gone urbane.

As a sidenote: my companion and I agreed that both the Rosemary Gimlet and the Silk Road pairs quite nicely with the molten gooey blobs.

Frim Fram Sauce

Canadian singer Ina Kota sings one of my favourite songs.

I’ve always wanted to ask a server, I know it’s not on the menu, but could I get the frim fram sauce with the oss and fay and a little shifafa on the side. If there is no time like the present, I really do need to give it a whirl.

Pit Stop: Taiwan

I wonder, would a restaurant like this fly in Vancouver? Or would it just serve crap food and rely on its novelty to get people in the door?

But what fun it would be to brand such a place. Besides themed toilet lids, imagine the subtle touches you could go crazy with: toilet paper rolls for napkins, porcelain crockery, the drink and food list–it would certainly give a different twist on steamrollers and chocolate logs. And the best part, the name… ohhhh, the possibilities – P&P, Lucy’s Loo, Flush, Thunderbox…you get the point.

Sidenote: For those slightly disappointed in the name “Morton,” apparently it is close to the Chinese word for toilet.

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