Expanding Cultural Events Calendar
June 30, 2009
From the news desk.

Webby’s getting a big brother.
Sometime last week, Mark E. Roberts (photo-god) went into a frenzy. As he is apt to do, he was trawling the depths of craigslist when he came across something that caught his eye. When I got off of work, I had three voice-mails and six texts. The messages were short and vague, “call me, I have to talk to you”, “where the fuck?, what the fuck? fuck?”, “seriously, call me”. I naturally thought something crazy had happened, like he had found a job (sorry Mark). I called him right away. “Dude, what’s up?”, I asked. “There’s a 42 inch Weber charcoal barbecue on craigslist for $80, should we get it?”. “Of course we should”, I replied. The only hitch was is it was in Victoria. Now I’d love to tell you some great story about a fantastic adventure to the Island, full of cougar attacks and high treason, but the owners were coming to Vancouver anyways and nicely brought it with them. So now Mark and I are the proud parents of a big fuck off barbecue. Watch out for some awesome posts with our new baby. I guess we need a name for him now, any ideas people?
Grilled Bread And Wild Edibles
June 14, 2009
I love Toast.

“These vagabond shoes are longing to stray, right through the very heart of it”.
Mark and I recently made our way down to the Mikuni Wild Harvest warehouse in South-West Vancouver to see what was fresh and good these days. I work in a cheese restaurant, so am a little out of the loop as to what kind of hot shit is in the city right now. Micro-greens are selling like hot-cakes as always, bluefoots, chantrelles, porcinis, morels, loads of cultivated mushrooms and a ton of nice looking vegetables. James and Tyler of Mikuni sent us on our way with some garlic scapes from the valley, fiddlehead ferns from Prince George and a pound of porcini mushrooms from Oregon. Then we went back to Mark’s place on the shore and fucked around on his patio with the gear for the rest of the afternoon. Not a bad day off.
Hot Springs Eternal
June 6, 2009
There is a place not so far away where hot water leaks out of the earth and is collected in pools. Mark, Jen and some friends went there recently and took some sexy pictures. I was probably working.

Mark E. Roberts, photo-god and handsome man.
I’m going to get a little sappy about my friends Mark and Jen. Mark and I started Butter On The Endive over a year ago after taking a trip to Gabriola and having an impromptu risotto cook-out over an open fire under the moonlight. Mark had just got his Nikon and captured the night beautifully. All the technical phot0 shit aside, Mark just has the eye for it. Since then, we’ve tried to do semi-regular posts about awesome stuff that we love.
When he met Jen, I was first stoked that he had found and awesome woman to share a bed with, and secondly, I was excited that she was a professional photographer. Two heads are better than one kind of thing.
I’ve been remiss in not mentioning Jen’s photo contributions in some recent posts. When we all hang out and cook, her and Mark tag-team a lot photos and there is always a little friendly competition to see who can get the best shot. Jen is the shit. Get a camera in her hands and she is a force to be reckoned with. She always captures the moment perfectly and there is always a feeling translated in the photos. The other day at the beach, she didn’t have her camera, but was still snapping away pictures of the sunset with her camera-phone. It’s in her blood I guess.
Here are some pictures from the vault of Mark and Jen’s trip to some hot springs somewhere in the mountains……..let the good vibes roll.
Road Trip
June 6, 2009
Take a look in those eyes and tell me you don’t like country.

“Please see for me if her hair hangs long, if it rolls and flows all down her breast”.
Aimless Thoughts
June 5, 2009
Man, this can be a tough business sometimes.

Torn to shreds and eaten by fucking zombies.
My Walk To Work #2
June 2, 2009
Ba Le Sandwich Shop is the best restaurant in Vancouver.

“Don’t take your guns to town son, leave your guns at home bill”.
For weeks I passed Ba Le Sandwich Shop (at Main and Keefer) on my walk to work without taking any real notice of the place – just another hole-in-the-wall that I’d probably never go into. Each day though, I became more and more intrigued. I don’t know why. Sometimes things just grow on you without any real explanation. Most likely it was the alluring smell of cold cuts, fish sauce and fresh coriander wafting out the door.

