Urban Diner recently linked to this article by Globe and Mail writer Alexandra Gill, in which she has a go at West and their relatively new chef Warren Geraghty. Any testaments to the veracity of this article are best left to those perceptive diners who have been to West in the past year (i.e., not me), but I would like to draw attention the most important line of the review:
Seriously, if I have to taste one more bite of truffle-specked black cod marinated in miso consommé, I might be forced to rip out my tongue.
I just want to say for the record that I totally understand what Ms. Gill is going through. In fact, now that you mention it, I’ve noticed that my diamond shoes have been a bit tight lately. And I actually saw a man panhandling a few blocks from my apartment the other day! Can’t we do something about this? At least I think he was panhandling, but even if not, walking around with a lidless Starbucks cup is dangerous enough as it is. To be honest, I don’t know how me and Ms. Gill put up with this shit.
But it’s a blessing to Vancouver that we do.
3 responses so far ↓
1 Andrew Morrison // Jun 4, 2008 at 1:46 pm
giggle
2 col // Jun 4, 2008 at 9:17 pm
bahaha
3 the Clutterer // Jun 15, 2008 at 1:05 pm
I refuse to pay the Globe to read the review you’ve linked to, but, for what it’s worth, I’ve been to West since Geraghty took the helm, and thought it was still one of the better meals I’ve had in Vancouver.
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