February 18, 2009

053: merriweather PHO pavilion

I went for pho a little while ago with Josh. His favourite spot on Ossington wasn't open but we hit up another and got some grub.



Mango milkshake.


Josh slurped a Strawb-shake.


And mashed this hilarious looking beef bowl.


Apparently I'm the awkwardest noodle-eater ever. Cool.


Obama was on the scene to survey the damage and guard the Sriracha.

February 6, 2009

052: hungry bread-and-butter hustle

Whenever I can have dim sum with Max, it's bound to be a good day. The ladies came around with their carts, singing out what food they bore and we just went for it like wild animals. Then I restrained myself, remembering that if I pay for food, I may as well blog it.



The shrimp-filled noodle is totally soaking in Coke. Y/N?

Y.


I can never remember that I'm not into beef. Ah well, Max dug these.


A must.


Chompin' on Cthulhu legs.


Collard greens. JK. It's steamy, dreamy bok choy and Coke.


Not splitting on the bill. I swear.

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Got my Animal Collective ticket! 3 months of waiting start now.

February 1, 2009

051: white snow red as strawberries

Biked in the mountains (Sierra de los Órganos region?) all day before coming up to this sweet little house. We met the family and explored their property, eating fresh salted pineapple.






I could smell something wonderful coming from the hut where the kitchen was housed and wandered inside. Slicing yucca root into hot oil!


Freshly fried and salted; yucca chips are better than potato chips.


Lady of the house.


The various elements of our hearty lunch. Clockwise from left: rice & beans, boiled yucca (so versatile), pork, and a stew made of pumpkin, yucca, plantain and several types of squash.


We were told to dump them all into a bowl and squeeze some orange into the soup. Visually, not so hot. Taste-wise: delicious. The pumpkin was all melty and flavourful. Rice & beans were perfect. I don't care much for pork but it was nice and moist. The boiled yucca tasted like the hybrid of a turnip and a potato and was enhanced by the saltiness of the stew.

This was the best meal I had in Cuba and I saved it for last.