Oysters, Cheese and Sauces - who knew these things but chefs, fishmongers and dairy people?
I was reviewing my to-do list of items I said I would follow up on from previous stories. In reverse chronological sequence, these are three of the items.
1. Oysters: After recently eating oysters at Cork and Fin, I was curious about the effect of different methods of cultivating oysters.
2. Cheese: Our recent tasting of Soft-ripened Bloomy Rind Cheeses had prompted questions from our tasters like "how are Camembert and Brie different anyway?"
3. Sauces: And way back in April when we were cooking low carb dishes and I made a Mornay sauce to accompany shrimp, I promised to summarize different sauce names for the non-chefs among us who don't remember the difference between Bearnaise and Hollandaise.
So here goes with some foodie trivia:
Part I: The appetizer - Oysters:
Hidden, the tasting bar and lounge in Vancouver's Westin Grand Hotel celebrated its first anniversary with a big party this Easter weekend. Tucked away up a staircase that winds up from the Robson Street hotel entrance it is very convenient for dining before theatre, opera or even a hockey game. But with no frontage on the street, you have to know it's there. Hence... Hidden.
It is located just opposite our spectacular main library, next door to The Centre for the Performing Arts and only a couple of blocks away from the civic theatre complex of the Queen Elizabeth and Playhouse Theatres, BC Place and the Rogers Arena.
Over the remaining five days of our jam-packed visit to the Okanagan we were able to get to almost everything on our list of to-dos except one. And it wasn't wine tasting!
With the Spring Wine Festival in full swing, obviously wine tasting and fine food were top priorities. Although, as my regular readers might point out with some justification, when has "Sipping and Supping" not been a top priority in my life?
But as well I was eager to find out about the cultural and dance scene in and around Kelowna - and then, as we planned to be utterly exhausted from our intense labours, what better excuse could we have for relaxing and being pampered at a Spa?
Alas, although our research indicated a number of local spas that looked enticing, pampering was the one activity for which we just could not find time. So no Spas for us. Oh, the tough life of travelblogue writers!