Food

Our friends invited us to Eliovolpe on February 15th for a birthday—a small detour that turned into a solid night of good plates, warm company, and the kind of atmosphere that makes you stay a little longer.

Le Crocodile has been part of Vancouver for so long it almost feels like it’s woven into the city’s routine—old‑school French, steady hands in the kitchen, and a history that includes chefs like Rob Feenie coming through before he became a name on his own. It’s the kind of place that doesn’t chase trends because it doesn’t need to; it just keeps doing what it’s always done. For our annual Christmas present to each other—just the two of us—we booked a night downtown and had di

I took Sandy to Elisa for her birthday. We invited a buddy of mine Ive known fifty years and his partner — the two of them met because I introduced them more than ten years ago. It turned into one of those easy nights with good food and steady conversation. Steak at Elisa in Vancouver hits that perfect balance of deep char and tender bite, the kind of meal that feels like a quiet masterclass in how steak should be done. This Baked Alaska layers caramelized banana ice cream,

Sandy and I went to Cardero’s for my birthday last summer. I ordered the sablefish, which came out rich and smooth, and she had the salmon—a generous portion, cooked right, and full of clean flavour. The room had that steady Coal Harbour rhythm to it, relaxed and well‑paced, and the whole night just felt easy. Simple visit, solid plates, and worth the detour.