|I am into class. It's my new thing.|
|Class. Case in point...|
LOVE: I have a wonderful boyfriend, whom I love more than words can say .(Although, the word "boyfriend" at this juncture of my life sounds really silly, to be honest). We have our ups and downs, and sometimes we probably want to set each other on fire....but we don't because well...that would be illegal. Kidding aside, regardless of how hard emotional intimacy has been for me, the reward has been repaid a thousand times over. And regardless of bumps in the road we have a love that I never thought could ever exist, or that I thought I was worthy of.
So...in the past couple of years on Vancouver Island, traditional territory of the Coast Salish people, I have made it my business to dine. I have been to some amazing places, and some seriously brutal eateries that could only be characterized as "war-crime bad". I have also visited places where it is clear that customer service attitude really means more attitude than customer service. From the epitome of "hole in the wall" establishments that blow my mind, to the well-lit, well-decorated and overly-priced, we tend to try what looks interesting to us. I fear very little fear in the world of food. Save for one thing: spice. I am a huge pansy when it comes to spice. I fully believe that full flavor does not need to mean "put hair on your chest" spicy - SUE ME.
So that is me in a nutshell. I decided I was just important enough to give my small account of life. So stay tuned to my trials and tribulations of being a complete spazz and navigate my way through life, love, law and....... restaurants :) Enjoy!