Eat it, Vancouver!

Just as expected, after Yasi's guarantee of sunshine, Vancouver delivered about four solid days of rain. But it was fine, she was tired from all the driving and I was in need of a place to elevate my foot and take a load off, after an exhausting last week in LA.

I love going to Vancouver and seeing the Molavi clan, because as with my family they take eating very seriously. Sure we saw a couple of sights, visited a few friends and thumbed through the old family photo albums. But soon after we finished having a laugh at Yasi's little boy phase and progressive haircuts we got right back to business. Food. And I loved every minute of it.

Even though it's been several generations since my relatives lived in Italy we carry on the custom that food brings family together and the Persians (or the Iranians if you're reading this Soroush) are no different. It may be tea instead of coffee or ghormeh sabzi instead of lasagna but at the heart it's exactly the same. Take family and friends, throw in a smorgasbord of good eats and you have yourself quite a memorable time.


The Molavis and some white dude grubbing at Hi Nippon
 (more commmonly known as High Nipple).

  




Wednesday night reggae dancehall at Shine. Ba ba.

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