If you know me at all, you would know that I love cheese. So much so, that it seems that I’m overcompensating for being lactose intolerant in a past life or something. I overcompensate for all the people around me who don’t eat cheese. It is a smelly, wonderful, varied thing, and I’m actually not too aware of another Chinese person who is quite as obsessed as I am. If I meet one someday I may form a weird little club… Church of Chinese Cheese Chumps. Cha-ching!
In my many conversations about food, somehow raclette has come up a bunch of times, and I was dying to find a place that served it. I had my fix of fondue already, which wasn’t overly difficult to get, and so it was time to step it up on the melty cheese scale. Well, I was elated to know that there was indeed a place I could get raclette, since a new wine and cheese bar had just opened up on East Hastings. Maybe elated isn’t the word… I think I got a bit epileptic and foamy at the mouth when I heard.
