I’m cold all the damn time. I can’t help it; something to do with being tropical born (concrete jungle, ya know) and having a lazy heart.
That’s why each morning I wake up in the spring, besides wanting to commit sinus seppuku, I hope fervently for sunshine. I make small sacrifices to the sun gods in hope that they can hear me. (Dear Sun God(s), this morning I leave my toes aloft out-of-socks as small contribution to sunworthiness.) Alas, all hopes for short skirts and sunkissed skin are consistently dashed. (Sun God(s) deem me undeserving.)
So what’s one supposed to do?
Carb-load your way into hibernation happiness!
On the corner of Robson and Denman, across from the Safeway, hides away little Nook. It was a somewhat visible foodie secret it seems, as my gourmand friend tells me it’s great and somehow not quite on the radar.
It’s not easy to miss, but you do have to mentally GPS it into your field of vision.
Nook is cozy, and it’s not a euphemism for being small (which it is). The staff are warm and friendly, and the food is also warm and inviting.
I had ordered orechiette because who doesn’t like eating ears? Although in hindsight there may have been too much Italian sausage between both dishes, the flavor profile was still different enough that it was enjoyable together.
I was kinda hoping the ears would be chewier, though. If I had swapped levels of chewiness between the two dishes, that might have worked better for me.
All in all, carb comfort of the highest order. Italian cooking, you do me good.