: pasta in the form of wide ribbon 

"You do know that's pasta, right sir?" the waitress asked. 

"Umm, yes."

So, that's the conversation that took place when I ordered the pappardelle at the Pourhouse in Vancouver. I'm guessing they get a lot of people who read the description on the menu, "Confit Yellow Meadows Farm Duck, Peas, Baby Arugula, Grana Padano Cheese, House Made Foccacia," and never realize they are ordering a pasta dish. 

For the record, it was darned tasty - pasta and all. 

This is where I have to admit, with some disappointment in myself, that I didn't notice that closely what everyone else ordered. Julia had something with seafood in it.

We had dinner with Julia's professor and her husband. I know he had the brisket (as any good Texan would know, we have a sixth sense about these things), but for the most part I was so engrossed in a fantastic conversation that I just never took that much notice of what was on that table.

For all that though, the food was excellent, drinks were good, we had a fantastic conversation and the atmosphere set a great mood for it all. 

It's been awhile since I've posted an update, so I'm going to keep this short, ease back into it. But I look forward to writing about cheap (but good) sushi; fish & chips; a great turkey dinner; the amazing, chaotic wonder of Guu and the Japadog that never was.