Oh gosh, I know, I know. Let's not count the months. Let's just talk food.
I have just re-read Todd's excellent, mouthwatering, truly delightful account of the dinner he and Michael had at
Posh. I'm floored. Not simply because my best friend should have been writing a blog on his food adventures for some time now given his narrative, no. TK had quite a meal, and I can't compete.
But blogging is not competition, or not in my opinion. Our meal tonight can't measure up, but at least I can honour his meal (and ours) a little by once aGAIN turning to the blog.
Conrad and I are in Vancouver for a few days. Wedding planning, that sort of thing. Escaping the recent snow in Chicago, enduring the typical winter rains back west. Loving it. Much coffee consumed. I promise, we've been in the pool, too.
Our Valentine's date night was at the
same place as last year, in fact: the Terminal City Club,

in its dining room,
1892. We put on suits, hopped in a cab, and headed downtown in pouring rain. I'd seen the special menu beforehand, and I had a few ideas in mind as to what I thought might make for a nice night.
A few points before I describe the food:
- it's good to be back in a place in Vancouver where we are recognized and welcomed back. That's part of the reason we love Safari Cafe in the mornings, so.
- with the exception of special events, photography is not permitted in the club. A shame, because the food is often plated quite nicely.
- we rejected the special menu.
That last one was tough. Halibut cheeks? Oh my, yes, please. But we were lukewarm on the red meat options, and there weren't swap-outs possible. Also, Conrad is a huge chocolate freak, but I merely like it, and it wasn't my mood tonight. The table next to us (whom we overheard all too well, sometimes amusingly so) did have the special menu, and the chocolate desserts looked gorgeous. Tellingly, however, they couldn't finish them.
Some lengthy deliberation and negotiation, and Conrad and I had decided:
- a bottle of Bruno Paillard Champagne Brut Premiere Cuvée. This opened up so delightfully as we went along, progressing from a fruity, lemony start to toasty apple notes later. Splendid.
- baked oysters with spinach and gouda for Conrad
- celeriac veloute with wild mushrooms for me
- a shared Bibb lettuce salad with a light gogonzola dressing
- seared ahi tuna with a crab and potato hash and a lemongrass cream sauce for Conrad
- pan seared sablefish with spotted prawns and maitake miso broth for me
- a trio of cheeses with a glass of a Rioja for Conrad and a glass of the Joie Noble Blend for me
- two raspberry and two cassis truffles.
There's the outline, now the commentary...
I didn't taste Conrad's oysters, but to judge by how meticulous he was at cleaning out each half shell, I'd say they were good. My soup? Delicious. A certain meatiness from the mushrooms, and I gleefully swabbed out the last bits with some of the bread provided.
The salad was fine. I mean, look, we wanted greens, we wanted simple. We got it. I just wish the little slivers of apple and celery had had more flavour.
My fish kicked serious butt on his. Beet greens, tempura mushrooms, the unctuous sablefish? So much better than his nice but a little overcooked tuna.
The cheeses were fine, but the wines with them were each rather lovely. I think Conrad's richly fragrant red might have been the winner.
Oh, the truffles, the truffles...
A fine night, and a leisurely pace. The meal of the trip, though it's up aGAINst boil in a bag from ViJ's

and last night's fun sushi with random service at
Zipang.





What will tomorrow bring?
And that, friends, brings me back to blogging. For tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, what remains of it. I have the love of Conrad, and I revel in what I share with friends and family whom I love so dearly as well. And, it must be said, in the very good meals I get to enjoy time and aGAIN.