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Let my review of The Hunger Games: Catching Fire…begin!

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Let’s play 2 truths and a lie.

1) I loved reading The Hunger Games trilogy

2) I despised The Hunger Games movie

3) I also despised The Hunger Games: Catching Fire movie

Challenging game, huh? In case it’s not evident, the lie is #3 (if you need proof of how much I hated The Hunger Games please feel free to read the post I wrote about it). In actual fact, I looovvveeeddd Catching Fire. Perhaps it’s because I went in with low expectations due to my first Hunger Games experience (to this day I haven’t been able to get over my disappointment), but I came out of the theatre excited, stimulated, and eager to watch part II.

Catching Fire was officially released Nov 21 and that’s when I went to go see it. At 12:31am GMT Nov 21 to be exact. M and I went to see Thor the Wednesday evening (guess whose choice that was) when I noticed they were going to have a midnight screening. I have never been to a midnight screening and don’t generally care to be the first to see anything but for some reason I felt compelled to attend the one for Catching Fire. I tried to be reasonable and tell myself to just go next Wednesday and save £10 using my Orange Wednesdays 2 for 1 code but obsession started to take over reason. Here’s how my evening unfolded:

We got out of the theatre at 11:10pm after watching Thor and walked home. It was cold, windy, and raining and M and his mum had one thing in mind: warmth. I tried to push away thoughts of watching Catching Fire but it just kept on invading my brain. All I could picture was the movie times screen and seeing my two options: 12:10am and 12:31am. At this point it was too late to catch the 12:10pm show but I knew there was time to catch the second show. M was already in the process of getting ready for bed but I still had my jacket on. He looked at me and knew what was coming next. He also knew there was no way he’d be able to get me out of it and with that, he put on his jacket and out the door we went.

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We left the theatre at 3:20am and I was beyond exhilarated. I haven’t read the books in over a year and that probably lent itself a helping hand in ensuring my enjoyment since I didn’t remember EVERY single detail of the novel. But whereas The Hunger Games was crammed into one 2.5 hour long movie, Catching Fire was split into two parts. This time around 2.5 hours of movie time covered half the book, which left me a happy duck since one of the main reasons I hated the first movie was lack of character and story development. My thoughts:

I felt much more connected to the characters and thought the screenplay and direction of the movie was excellent.

Woody Harrelson is phenomenal. I can’t think of a better person to play Haymitch than Woo-dawg and he was probably one of the only reasons why I would have remotely enjoyed the original film.

The costumes were fabulous. I remember being less than impressed the first time around but seriously, when Katniss’ wedding gown (gorgeous!) flamed itself into a mockingjay I was like “man…amazing…so badass…”. Even the over-the-top fashions of Effie were pretty awesome. Oscar nominations for best costumes, anyone?

“Let the 75th annual Hunger Games…begin!” Oh man, my heart was pumping and I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. I mean, I’m sure there’s more that could have been done in terms of detailing the games and developing the other victors a bit more but maybe that’s just me being greedy :D I understand that the movie is rated 12A but I could’ve done with a bit more gore. The book made the games out to be quite gruesome and while I was kept on the edge of my seat, I wouldn’t have minded squirming a wee ‘lil bit.

All in all…a job very well done and those on my social media platforms have already been targets of my accolades. J-Law has risen up the ranks in my books (I still have yet to see Silver Linings Playbook FYI) and I’m expecting only good things from the remaining movies. So that being said, go watch The Hunger Games: Catching Fire and…enjoy!

Hype over Catching FireHype over Catching Fire

 

Sunday Fun Day – It’s ROAST time!

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If there’s one thing I love England for it’s for their immense devotion to providing their countrymen with a pleasurable way to end off a long and hard week. Two words. 1. Sunday 2. Roast. Of course, the reason for the long and hard week is because I’ve had to work my body to the max to burn off the million calories from that one meal. But I digress…

I’m ashamed that after living here for two years and having kept up this blog for basically the same amount of time, not a single entry has ever been devoted to one of my most favoured English gastronomic experiences. I have to specify English because let’s face it, not even the crème-de-la-crème of Sunday Roasts will ever beat out Chinese-style lobster and Peking duck.

But it’s never too late to correct an error (is it?) so I will now begin to document my Sunday Roast experiences. The good, the bad, and most especially, the OMG-THAT-WAS-SO-AMAZING-I-WISH-EVERYDAY-WAS-SUNDAY experiences.

Allium Brasserie  Abbey Hotel, North Parade, Bath BA1 1LF

Price: £££  ||  Atmosphere: 3/5  ||  Service: 5/5  ||  Would I go back? Yes, but it wouldn’t be my first pick

Allium Brasserie’s one of the more pricier Sunday Roasts I’ve come across, but with Chris Staines, bearer of a Michelin star, as head chef I can see why. I ordered my go-to dish, the traditional roast sirloin of beef. At £18.95 the roast came with the regular trimmings: Yorkshire pudding, parsnips, carrots, roasted potatoes, and a bed of greens and bacon.

Sirloin beef with all the trimmingsSirloin beef with all the trimmings

The good:

-I appreciated that the server asked if I was OK with my roast being served pink.

-We were served bread that was ACE! It was a beautiful sourdough bread that’s leaving me with a watery mouth just thinking about it even 9 hours later. Props to serving this delicious bread warm and for providing us with room temperature butter that just melted right onto the bread. We ordered another round of bread because it was so good.

-The service was quick, efficient, polite, and I never had to wait long before my empty glass of water was refilled.

-The meal itself was pretty nice. The beef was tender and juicy, although the slices were precut for me and I’d prefer to be served a chunk of meat and be given a steak knife so I can cut my own portions. That way the beef will stay warmer as well. The carrots were caramelized and pretty delicious. The roasted potatoes were piping hot and seeing as they were triple fried in duck fat, pretty tasty as well (but just three potatoes? Come on…).

The bad:

-The atmosphere and ambience of the restaurant was definitely catered towards a higher end clientele. It’s probably nice as a romantic date kind of setting, but on a Sunday afternoon I just want to have a good laugh and relax with my friends. Allium Brasserie is definitely not the place for that. We all felt we had to be on our best behaviour and had to make sure our indoor voices were in check.

-Not enough gravy. I adore gravy, and the more of it I get, the happier this girl will be. I want to be able to dunk my beef, all my vegetables, and have enough gravy left over so that my Yorkshire pudding can go for a lovely swim. The gravy supply was definitely lacking, leaving my Yorkshire pudding dry and lonely. Poor thing.

-I’m a self-confessed quantity over quality girl and while I’ll admit I didn’t really NEED to eat more at the end of my meal I would have preferred to leave the restaurant STUFFED . I mean, a Sunday Roast should leave you satisfied all day long. I just had dinner 2 hours ago. I would have preferred more of everything and would have also appreciated more vegetables, namely greens. Broccoli, cabbage, brussel sprouts – anything! I mean, at that price I don’t think that’s too much to ask.

-For the next point I don’t think I can hold it against Allium Brasserie because I think this particular downfall may be a remnant from last night’s dinner, but I found certain parts of my meal to be overly salty (eg. bed of greens with bacon). I’m stating I could be biased because I had a doner kebab for dinner last night, which was so loaded with sodium that I woke up today with a completely parched mouth and proceeded to drink a 1.5 litres in one take. I think my palette was a little extra sensitive to salt today, so again, can’t hold this point against Allium but I thought it’d be worth a mention.

In conclusion, not a bad experience whatsoever. It just wasn’t my ideal situation but I would recommend it to those who I know would appreciate Allium Brasserie’s qualities.

Turn your AYCE relationship from Love/Hate to just LOVE

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For the past five years of my life I’ve participated in a tradition that has become near and dear to me. For the past five years, my birthday celebrations have involved food – a lot of it. This tradition has become such an integral part of my life that I’ve decided to dedicate a post to it.

Doing it right at Sushi D

All-You-Can-Eat, more commonly (or affectionately) known as AYCE, is something people either love or despise. Generally, the people who despise it are those who can’t do AYCEs right. You see, there’s a trick to ensuring you leave AYCEs without the urge to throw up all your hard work over the course of 90 minutes. There are ways you can leave without regret, without feeling like an overzealous glutton, and without uttering “oh dear baby jebus, why did I do that!? I am never going to another AYCE in my life!” Except that 6 months down the line you’ll likely go again…and make the same mistakes yet again. So here are some tips from the wise, my friends. Tips from a well-trained AYCE-er. Take note, practice, and you, too, can become a master AYCE-er.

  1. Do your research. Scope out those Yelp reviews and see what others have to say about it. This is an obvious one, but the market is saturated with AYCEs and I want you to eat at the best one out there. So again, do your research. My Toronto favourites are Chako and Sushi D.
  2. Most AYCEs have a time limit and they’re generally 90-120 minutes. This is definitely plenty of time to get a good session in but if you come across anything that’s less than that then stay away. You’ll end up stuffing yourself silly to try to get in as much as possible and that experience just isn’t going to be pleasant.
  3. Speak up! AYCE places are not good for those who are polite and stay quiet to try to appease everyone. If there’s something that’s being ordered that you’re not a fan of, let everyone know. Most AYCE policies state that you need to pay for whatever is left over, so if you let everyone know don’t want something you won’t have the pressure of helping everyone else finish up whatever’s left over.
  4. Going along the same lines of point #3, if only 50% of your group want something let the server know. In some cases, when you order a dish and there are, for example, 10 of you, you’ll get enough of that dish for all 10 people. But if only 5 of you want it then let the server know you just want enough for 5 people. Saying this will cover your back and most importantly, you won’t need to stuff yourself with something you don’t like.
  5. Try a bit of something before you do some ape-shit ordering. The edamame beans at one place may not be as good as another so do a bit of taste-testing before you jump right into ordering 10 servings of it!
  6. Filling up on sushi is…I’m sorry, but it’s stupid. Get sashimi!!! It’s much better bang for your buck and you won’t end up wasting stomach space on rice. Unless, of course, there are certain fish you can only get with sushi.
  7. Keep a dish aside for “garbage”. This dish is where you’ll deposit empty edamame bean peels, bones from your Korean short ribs, and the shrimp tails from your tempura. This is also the plate where you will discard any leftover food you couldn’t finish. Hide this food under the real garbage and your server won’t bat an eye. If, for some reason, you ordered way too much food (*tsk tsk* control yourself!!!) then enter emergency plan – teapot exit. Make sure you’ve drank all the tea you want because the rest of the food is going to go in here. It’s only to be used as a last resort and this isn’t a tactic I really want to promote.
  8. SAVE ROOM FOR DESSERT!!! Most places come with an amazing selection of delicious ice creams and other desserts. No AYCE is complete without dessert…make sure you’ve got enough room for a happy ending

    I left room for dessert...

This concludes my AYCE 101 tutorial. If there’s anything you think I’ve missed please let me know and I’ll be happy to add that to the list.

Happy eating!!!

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A walk down memory lane

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It’s been more than a year since I’ve been back to the homeland and man, does it feel good! After two weeks of fulfilling my friend duties (weddings, baby showers, overdue catch-up sessions) I’ve found myself on old stomping grounds – Sauble Beach.

Some of my most fond memories as a child were spending my summers at Lake Huron’s Sauble Beach. I was none too happy about my parents’ decision not to get a cottage. At the end of the school year I would hide away while friends spoke of their summer plans. I was all too envious of those spending their summers at the family cottage and others who returned back to their fun summer camps, year after year, reunited with their summer camp friends. As materialistic as this may sound, as a child this is what I longed for. And I? I was signed up for things like Engineering Science Quest (ESQ), silk-screening camp (what parent signs their kid up for silk-screening camp? I mean…really!) and other camps that my parents  thought (hoped…) would help us “build character”.

You can only imagine my elation when one year, during the summer after Gr. 7, I was invited to a friend’s cottage for the summer. “Yay!!! I’m finally going to have a NORMAL kid summer”. And thus began a tradition of a string of summer getaways at the one and only, Sauble Beach. I became an extended family member and my days were filled with adventure-seeking, exploring the downtown area, going out on the boat and experiencing all the water sports I’d missed out on, while my nights were filled with girl talk and dreams of not waking up from my childhood paradise. Parents, just as a quick FYI, THESE are the moments that stay with a child and THIS is what builds character.

I’ll write more on the joys of cottage living in a bit…but for just let me relish walking down memory lane :)

 

Little Miss. Lucky

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I’ve never considered myself to be an overly lucky person. I had a one-off incident in Macau back in 2009 where I won approximately $400 playing roulette. Normally, you’d catch me at the penny slots because I hate the thought of gambling away all my money, but I’d gone to see a fortune teller in Hong Kong the night before (Chinese people are HUGE into fortune telling and my sisters and I went to see one just for sh*ts and giggles) and he rambled off my lucky numbers. I won’t repeat them just in case it’s bad luck…Chinese people are also extremely superstitious.

I gave into peer pressure after much urging from my sisters and boldly went to the roulette table that was only occupied by older men. I placed my bets and won – 3 times in a row. Maybe there’s something to be said for fortune tellers…

I thought that was the end of my lucky streak…then this week happened. Let’s rewind…

In the Cotswolds

I went up to Stratford-upon-Avon for a mini business trip last week and somehow ended up at an event I never imagined myself attending in a million years. I attended a Cricket Benefit in the Cotswolds. I have an imaginary ‘Very English things to do while living in the UK’ bucketlist, consisting of things like:

  • Taking a picture with a Buckingham Palace guard, standing beside a red telephone booth
  • Having high tea with the Queen
  • Buying a pair of Hunters so I can endure the constant downpour of rain in comfort
  • Saying ‘Cheers’ and ‘Ta’ whenever possible and downing beers with my mates

It wasn’t my intention to attend a cricket benefit, but I added it onto my bucketlist (post-event) and awarded it the title of being the most English thing I’ve done to-date.

Apparently, benefit years/seasons are a pretty popular concept in the UK (maybe Canada too, but I’m so not into the sporting scene that I’m not really sure. Feel free to pitch in your comments). Benefits are held by professional sportspeople (I think cricket and rugby are the most popular ones) as a way of financially compensating them for being a longtime player. It started out as a way to help out professional players who were generally paid low wages and out of work by age 40.

Players are allowed to apply for one benefit throughout the course of the sports career to raise funds. Benefit seasons typically comprise of dinners, auctions, balls, and other big events to raise money and depending on how much effort is put in, players can make a few ten thousands of pounds to as much as a few hundred thousand pounds! It’s a pretty prestigious affair since the whole year is dedicated to celebrating the player (Imagine that, just having a whole year dedicated to raising money for yourself by throwing parties!).

Since players are now awarded pretty decent wages it’s now common to give away part/all of the funds raised over the course of the year to a charity of choice.

Anyhow, one of the players in the region has just started his benefit year and since my boss’ wife is on the cricket committee I was invited to attend. Lemme tell ya, I felt more out of place there than when I stepped into a hillbilly buffet in the mid-west during my cross-country road trip across the US. I stepped into the restaurant and had people gawking at me like a zoo animal. I’m not sure if it was because they’d never seen an Asian person before or if it was because they’d never seen anyone under 150 lbs before.

The pub the benefit was held at was a COMPLETE sausagefest (people who don’t know the term, a sausagefest refers to an event that is dominated by males) and I was one of four females there. The other was my boss’ wife and the servers. I felt like I was in the gentlemen’s club. I’m still not used to being the outsider, though I’ve become pretty pro at answering the typical questions I get when people first meet me. A typical dialogue generally goes as follows:

Person: Are you American?

Me: No, I’m Canadian (I love wearing my Roots Canada zip-up for this very reason)

Person: Oh! My best friend’s nephew’s girlfriend’s grandma is from Canada!

Me: Wow, really? Where from? Maybe I know her!

Person: So it’s probably really warm here compared to where you’re from.

Me: (Are you bloody kidding me? It’s flippin’ freezing here and just because I’m from Canada doesn’t mean I’ve got dinosaur hide) Oh yes, I’m very grateful for the sub-tropical weather you’ve got here…it’s terribly inconvenient living in an igloo. Every time I try to turn the heating on, my house just melts away.

Person: Say roof!

Me: *sigh* Roof

Person: Ha! You said ruff!! Listen everyone! She calls a roof a ruff!

Moving along…I spent the night trying to care/learn about cricket but up until then I knew absolutely NOTHING about it. I’d seen the Indian guys in residence playing it but that’s about as close in contact I ever came to the sport. I had someone spend a good two hours trying to explain it to me but all I know is that it includes: bowlers, batters, different colours of green grass, people whipping hard balls at you, knocking some sticks to the ground, and that games can last 1-7 days. From what I gathered it’s a combination of baseball and soccer. Maybe a little bit of basketball as well…I’m not entirely sure.

The fun part of my night was when we got to the raffle draw. So many prizes were up for grabs but since there were a good 100 people in attendance I didn’t think my chances of winning were all too high. I had 5 numbers displayed in front of me and imagine my excitement when 170 was called!! I yelped when I read the corresponding number and went up to collect my prize with as much pride as Jennifer Lawrence when she picked up her Oscar. Luckily for me, I didn’t trip on my way. I got to choose what was left on the prize table and my options were: a) A fish ‘n chips dinner for two b) An autographed photo of some cricket team with all the members’ signatures c) bottle of brandy. Tough decision? I think not. *Just in case you haven’t figured out which prize I took back let me give you a hint; I can’t stand fish and chips and based on what I’ve told you about cricket I’m sure you can gather that my knowledge on the subject is fairly limited and thus, my interest in a signed team photo fairly low*

And why do I make a big deal about the Cotswolds? Because it’s just SO English. It’s considered one of the most beautiful places in the UK and has been designated as the Cotswold Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. I’d love to show you pictures but when I go and visit I generally spend my days working :(

A lot of the rich Londoners have second homes in the Cotswolds (maybe equivalent to the Muskokas?) and if you want to go celebrity hunting you’ll find that the following either reside in the area or have homes there: Lily Allen, Hugh Grant, Stella McCartney, Patrick Stewart, Damien Hirst, Kate Moss, Elizabeth Hurley, JK Rowling, and Kate Winslet.

Down in Dorset

I spent the weekend at M’s grandparents place (yes, AGAIN!) and had a nice and tranquil weekend. Funny how if I were to “relax” in Bath I’d be bored but when I “relax” in Broadwindsor it’s just peaceful countryside living.

We attended a bingo event Saturday night to help support the village allotment group (they’re raising money for a new sprinkler system). We arrived at the town hall and I was surprised to see how many people were there. I didn’t think my competition was going to be so stiff and the competitive demon within urged me to buy extra raffle tickets and bingo books. Oh yes, let the games begin!

We had six rounds of bingo to go through and I had 3 bingo books in front of me. With prizes being handed out to those who completed a full line and for those who got a full house, I figured my chances of winning were pretty decent.

WOW, what an intense night! I was seriously sitting on the edge of my seat every time I was one or two numbers away from yelling BINGO. I knew I was on the cusp of winning and just needed one more number to be called – 40. I told my table I was just one number away from winning and M told me not to make a big scene and to just calmly state “House” if the magic number was called. Guess what, folks? The magic number was called. Did I stay calm? Hells no! I mean, you always HOPE that number will be called but you never actually EXPECT it to! I’m not one to keep excitement bottled up so I let everyone in the hall know that I appreciated my win and proudly walked back to my table with a delicious box of truffles in hand.

I made it through the rest of the game without a win (Thank goodness! It would’ve been embarrassing to collect another prize and I didn’t wish to have the town wanting to throw eggs at the foreign girl) but was still excited when it came time for the raffle draw. I had scoped out the prizes when I first walked in and had my eye set on a chilli and smoked salt grinder. I’ve come to love kitchen products and I could hear the soul of the grinder telling me to buy raffle tickets…that I was meant to win it. So I bought 3 strips of raffle tickets (I never buy raffle tickets!). Number after number was called…M’s nan’s number was called and she was so chilled about it. She walked up, collected her tin of shortbread cookies and came back to the table all nonchalant, like “meh, I win prizes all the time…no biggie” (Yes, that’s exactly what she said…).

I’m sure you can guess what happened next… “yellow – 240”. AAAHHHHHH!!!! ME!!!!!! Yes, I jumped up and I got excited. And I realized as I went up to collect my beloved grinder that there were, in fact, people who wanted to throw eggs at me. I came to this realization when I overheard someone say “that girl AGAIN?”

My lucky streak may have continued all night long…if someone did throw rotten eggs at me I managed to escape completely unscathed. So, what am I having for dessert tonight? Just some truffles sprinkled with smoked salt and chilli with a snifter of brandy 😉