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STYLERIDICULOUS BURGER
DELECTABLE TACOS +++
DELIGHTFUL TACOS +++
TACOS +++
MEAT + OTHER STUFF
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OUT OF 109.25
8.80
8.74
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8.5
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The hand-crafted burger with a spectacularly crispy slice of bacon crowning it; worked our taste buds into a tizzy!
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WHERE: LA CANTINA - NELSON STREET
You looked so precious laying on the newsprint. You were sprinkled with meticulously sliced chicken, pork, and fish. Onions and veggies were diced and draped over your beautiful shell. Our mouths watered. I know you saw us. WINK. To add to your appeal, you finished off your outfit with shreds of cheese. Yum. Drizzle on tangy sauces, some hot; and we wish we were baby birds laying in the nest waiting for momma bird to fly home, mouth filled with you, only to have your deliciousness regurgitated into our waiting mouths.
Momma bird, regurgitate more? Please!
Momma bird, regurgitate more? Please!
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STYLEFOOD + COMFORT + DRINK
KOREAN FRIED CHICKEN
FOOD FOR COMFORT
BURGERS
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OUT OF 109.01
9.5
8.9
8.25
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If you asked baby chicks (baby is redundant) what they want to be when they grow up, I'm certain most would answer: I want to be scrumptiously spiced and dropped into the sizzling fryer in The Frying Pan Food Truck (Korean), until I become golden brown crispy perfection, erupting with juices that dribble pleasure out of the corner of your mouth!
Seriously, you'd probably want to lick the dribble off my face—seriously.
Best Chicken (Sandwich) Sandwich Ever!
Date Stamp: July 23 - 2018
Seriously, you'd probably want to lick the dribble off my face—seriously.
Best Chicken (Sandwich) Sandwich Ever!
Date Stamp: July 23 - 2018
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STYLEPORTUGUESE CHICKEN
POUTINE + MORE
NEAPOLITAN PIZZA
BURGERS
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OUT OF 108.75
8.499999
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7.5
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STYLEMEXICAN + KOREAN
SOUTHERN FLAVOURS
LEBANESE
CURRYWURST
YOUNG ITALIAN - OLD SOUL
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OUT OF 107.4
7.4
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8.25
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STYLETACOS + TEQUILA
PASTA + PIZZA + VINO
TASTY KOREAN (MAIN STREET)
A LITTLE BIT HIP
FARM TO TABLE
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OUT OF 108.9
8.9
8.9
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9.01
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VISIT DAVE THE BAR MANAGER - ONE OF THE STARS OF DRIVING IN REVERSE
Dave, good news, my Birth Certificate arrived. We can make travel plans and go. Don’t be too mad. I’m emotionally fucked up. I’m stupid. I still think I love Trish. Smack me, please, I don’t know if I want to go, but, I will, I’m terrified of going, I’m such a flake, I don’t want to ruin the trip for you—I’m so sorry.
Dave said with controlled force over the phone: Listen to me: cut yourself some slack--
He then offered a dose of perspective--
—discovering who you are, witnessing death, and losing love all at the same time, come on, quit trying to be superhuman.
Dave said with controlled force over the phone: Listen to me: cut yourself some slack--
He then offered a dose of perspective--
—discovering who you are, witnessing death, and losing love all at the same time, come on, quit trying to be superhuman.
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STYLECANADIAN
BREAKFAST + LUNCH
PIZZA + SALAD + BEER
SOUTHERN FLAVOURS
CANADIAN
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OUT OF 108.25
7.4
8.25
7.25
8.0
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STYLELAND + AIR + SEA
PORTLAND INSPIRED
YUMMY BURGERS and SUCH
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OUT OF 109.01
9.01
8.9
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Ahi tuna toast the perfect blend of crunchy freshness smothering the taste buds with pleasure. The cheeseburger freshly pressed, breaks apart, crumbling in the mouth then melting with spices that tickle the flavour palate, one bite spicy, one sweet, the next, just—ah! A decadent puffin dessert filled with ice cream. The view—no words!
You can’t go wrong.
Next time: Seafood Feast!
Jonathan Seagull and his friends lick their beaks while they watch diners, dine!
You can’t go wrong.
Next time: Seafood Feast!
Jonathan Seagull and his friends lick their beaks while they watch diners, dine!
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STYLESOUTHERN FRIED
BURGERS + RINGS + LIQUIDS
BURGERS
UNFUSSY DINER GRUB
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OUT OF 109.01
9.01
7.50
7.25
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THE DOWNLOW CHICKEN SHACK
HEADING EAST TO ADVENTURE
HEADING EAST TO ADVENTURE
AUGUST 1 - 2018
Jarrod Court was an unwanted child. He is three years younger than Tiffany and Diana, the beloved twins. One with blonde hair. One brunette. Their father, Harold, owned most of Asheville—coming from a long line of land barons. He snatched his wife, Penelope, from a rival tycoon’s family, the Hearth’s, from one county over, from the town of Broughton. He reminded Penelope of his power daily.
Harold’s temper is fierce, his love of scotch; fiercer. His love of his daughter Tiffany--
And, Harold, had a voracious appetite for southern fried, mixed with blended scotch, which often sent him to a blind bliss. Though genetically impossible, Jarrod became doused with the same hankering for finger licking--
Jarrod is the black sheep. At the age of four, he became afflicted with Monkey Shoulder after his father punished him by making him shovel and mash the malt together for hours on end.
Harold’s temper is fierce, his love of scotch; fiercer. His love of his daughter Tiffany--
And, Harold, had a voracious appetite for southern fried, mixed with blended scotch, which often sent him to a blind bliss. Though genetically impossible, Jarrod became doused with the same hankering for finger licking--
Jarrod is the black sheep. At the age of four, he became afflicted with Monkey Shoulder after his father punished him by making him shovel and mash the malt together for hours on end.
On a rare family trip up North, the Court family were gingerly strolling up the streets of the Liberal city of Vancouver. Tiffany and Diana skipped. Penelope, Penelopeed. Jarrod slept in Harold’s arms, draped over his shoulders. As they passed the Jumping Jack Bar, a bar filled with alternative, animals: lions, bears, furries, cougars, deer, antelope, hyenas, warthogs, giraffes; and even the odd creature draped in rubber—Harold realised the opportunity. Jarrod, now five, was unwanted, unloved, unworthy. With the women looking the other way, Harold tossed Jarrod through the open window into the crowd of starving creatures, and casually strolled away.
The creatures circled Jarrod. A thirst for blood in their eyes. The circling intensified. Jarrod’s demise had arrived. But before he became the main course of the bar, a lion who happened to be dating a gazelle, pulled Jarrod from the grips of death, retreating to a dark corner of the bar—and began raising Jarrod as their own.
Fifteen years later, his Lion father, Rudy, in a drunken stupor, accidentally ate his gazelle wife, Sue, in front of Jarrod, traumatising him and signalling: time to leave.
Armed only with the education provided him by the Rubber People and Furries, Jarrod set out to find a new life.
Along the way, one-hour into his journey, he met Bubs. In a matter of a few hours, their love became profound. But still, Jarrod needed more—he needed to find: his identity.
Jarrod decided to head east, to escape the trauma of losing his adopted mother in a barbaric fashion.
Bub longed for Jarrod, texting him.
The creatures circled Jarrod. A thirst for blood in their eyes. The circling intensified. Jarrod’s demise had arrived. But before he became the main course of the bar, a lion who happened to be dating a gazelle, pulled Jarrod from the grips of death, retreating to a dark corner of the bar—and began raising Jarrod as their own.
Fifteen years later, his Lion father, Rudy, in a drunken stupor, accidentally ate his gazelle wife, Sue, in front of Jarrod, traumatising him and signalling: time to leave.
Armed only with the education provided him by the Rubber People and Furries, Jarrod set out to find a new life.
Along the way, one-hour into his journey, he met Bubs. In a matter of a few hours, their love became profound. But still, Jarrod needed more—he needed to find: his identity.
Jarrod decided to head east, to escape the trauma of losing his adopted mother in a barbaric fashion.
Bub longed for Jarrod, texting him.
Where are you?
Lost.
I jumped on the back of a train, and I am heading east to adventure.
The law is chasing me.
And, this dog.
Lost.
I jumped on the back of a train, and I am heading east to adventure.
The law is chasing me.
And, this dog.
Her name is Ginger.
Where are you going?
Maybe, Chicago?
Okay, when will you be back?
When the wind blows west, blowing me back into your arms.
I will miss you Bub.
I will miss you too, Jarrod. I love you, sweetie.
I will trade my shoes for a snow globe.
Great, don’t step on anything sharp.
Where are you going?
Maybe, Chicago?
Okay, when will you be back?
When the wind blows west, blowing me back into your arms.
I will miss you Bub.
I will miss you too, Jarrod. I love you, sweetie.
I will trade my shoes for a snow globe.
Great, don’t step on anything sharp.
Distracted by a delightful soulful smell wafting in the air, Jarrod, hopped off the train and took place in line.
What is this place he thought?
The only happy moments from his youth came rushing back.
He ordered a ¼ Chicken drizzled in medium heat. He chased the dark golden-brown crispiness, slightly scorching his tongue with delicious pleasure, with perfectly fried, fries, also drizzled in the medium heat of spicy mayo. He licked and licked and licked. Complimenting the heat seamlessly, a crunchy sweet-and-sour slaw, on point, tangy, sweet, goodness.
A sip of coke and Jarrod felt a warmth he’s seldom felt before.
What is this place he thought?
The only happy moments from his youth came rushing back.
He ordered a ¼ Chicken drizzled in medium heat. He chased the dark golden-brown crispiness, slightly scorching his tongue with delicious pleasure, with perfectly fried, fries, also drizzled in the medium heat of spicy mayo. He licked and licked and licked. Complimenting the heat seamlessly, a crunchy sweet-and-sour slaw, on point, tangy, sweet, goodness.
A sip of coke and Jarrod felt a warmth he’s seldom felt before.
Jarrod hit the pavement once more, Ginger at his side walking lockstep, debating the continuation of his adventure east or returning to the loving embrace of his cherished, Bub.
He stopped beside a vintage, albeit filthy, Cadillac, and contemplated --
He stopped beside a vintage, albeit filthy, Cadillac, and contemplated --
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STYLETHAI INSPIRED CHICKEN
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STYLESEAFOOD EAT IT
MOUNTAINS OF FOOD
GOBBLE GOBBLE
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8.49
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ROCO'S: If you eat Diner food often, you'll likely subtract years from your life.
I couldn't think of a better place to go!
CLEAR - ZAP - thank you, I get another bite!
I couldn't think of a better place to go!
CLEAR - ZAP - thank you, I get another bite!
HOW TO SPOT A SOCIOPATH
Hey, Mij, we went down to White Rock today for the first time in 2-years! It’s changing. The West Beach used to be the most popular—but now, many of the restaurants are closed or starting to look rundown. The East Beach on the other hand, seems to be coming alive, restaurants are opening. The sidewalks are clean. The awnings are sparkling.
A glance at Wikipedia Scott reveals a man full of stress. He’s grinding his teeth. His skin is flush. The veins in his neck are pulsing. He mumbles inaudibly.
What did you say, WS?
Why wouldn’t you ask me about White Rock? I used to live in White Rock. I know White Rock.
Wow, WS, I’m simply sharing what we observed today.
I know White Rock, I grew up in White Rock. Your observations are wrong.
It’s what we saw. Are we not allowed our own experience?
Your experience is wrong. I know White Rock.
A glance at Wikipedia Scott reveals a man full of stress. He’s grinding his teeth. His skin is flush. The veins in his neck are pulsing. He mumbles inaudibly.
What did you say, WS?
Why wouldn’t you ask me about White Rock? I used to live in White Rock. I know White Rock.
Wow, WS, I’m simply sharing what we observed today.
I know White Rock, I grew up in White Rock. Your observations are wrong.
It’s what we saw. Are we not allowed our own experience?
Your experience is wrong. I know White Rock.
Who’ll play WS in the movie/series?
Killer View—except for the construction across the street (temporary). Operating for more than 30-years. Food-yummy for the tummy—in all fairness, we selected the deep-fried section of the menu, including our Ceaser and Mojito.
Hello fine server, can you throw our drinks into the fryer for a moment.
Back to the food – fresh – crispy – filling – excellent for lapping up the night before.
Next time: a seafood selection might be the best choice.
WS, Charlie's is still going strong after 30-years.
No, you’re wrong. I grew up in White Rock.
WS, I spent two days in NYC—if you want to know anything about the Big Apple, ask me?
I make an inaudible mumble, sounding a lot like: Wankermaggot.
Hello fine server, can you throw our drinks into the fryer for a moment.
Back to the food – fresh – crispy – filling – excellent for lapping up the night before.
Next time: a seafood selection might be the best choice.
WS, Charlie's is still going strong after 30-years.
No, you’re wrong. I grew up in White Rock.
WS, I spent two days in NYC—if you want to know anything about the Big Apple, ask me?
I make an inaudible mumble, sounding a lot like: Wankermaggot.
