celebrate World Oceans Day, but heed the word of the nerds/scientists/Ted Dansons
FOOD, TASTED>>by Jon Lomow
“Today I used liquid nitrogen for the last time for likely a long time. So long, bubbly steamy liquid!”
FOOD, TASTED>>by Jon Lomow
Do teenagers today still save up and buy that prized Gibson SG and a vintage twin reverb, spending endless hours in the basement/garage toiling away with dreams of taking the stage and yelling, “Hello Dublin”? Or, are they begging parents for birthday knives and cookbooks, shirking homework to hone their quenelling technique and experimenting with makeshift sous-vide apparatuses?
FOOD, TASTED>>by Jon Lomow
I’m impressed by the longevity of The Wig’s Street Food Petition on Facebook and Twitter. Thanks to everyone who has “liked” and re-tweeted. We’ve broken the 500 mark and are taking aim at 1,000 names. Clearly there is pent-up desire in Ottawa for more diverse street food. Haven’t signed it yet? Go here now.
FOOD, TASTED>>by Jon Lomow
Dandelions are weeds. And weeds are bad — without them, our lawns can look as well landscaped as Stephen Harper’s hair. But there was a time when dandelions had great utility — and not just for decapitation to the rhyme of Miss-Polly-had-a-dolly-and-its-head-popped-off. Today you might find the odd dandelion leaf in a salad, but parts of the dandelion were once commonly used to make beer, wine and coffee. Really.
by Jon Lomow
Several weeks ago I wrote about the state of street food in Ottawa, and how changes to provincial regulations in 2007 opened the door to expanded and more exciting programs in Ontario (you can catch-up here). Clearly, I touched a nerve — or at least discovered some latent excitement of what could be in the 6-1-3. Since the inception of The Wig some 24 weeks ago I’ve done my best to showcase some of the great food this city has to offer. Yet the article that has drawn the most enthusiasm both off- and online is about something wonderful that you — at least not yet — can’t eat in Ottawa.
FOOD, TASTED>>by Jon Lomow
The promise of warmer days is here. As the snow sluggishly gives way to mushy grass and muddy shoes, we are reminded of the prospect of summer. But it’s important not to let the excitement of sun-drenched sticky days blind us to the short season presently upon us — as the snow thaws, the maple flows.
FOOD, TASTED>>by Jon Lomow
This year’s NCAA Final Four tournament has been a fun one to watch. Upsets are making most brackets look like the Federal Government’s redacted detainee documents. (Pow! — ed.) And if only my pool’s online system allowed me to insert nots where I messed up , I’d still be winning my personal Final Four battle.
FOOD, TASTED>>by Jon Lomow
Ottawa is well fed by its Chinese, Thai and Vietnamese restaurants, but Malay food is not something with which this city is yet intimate. Enter Pedas Malaysian Kitchen, a newly opened sister to its New York location.
FOOD, TASTED>>by Jon Lomow
Welcome to the second edition of “Better Know a Sandwich.” This week we journey to the civic void that is the intersection of Little Italy, Hintonburg and LeBreton Flats in the Somerset Ward, aka Ward 14 — the Fightin’ 14th!
FOOD, TASTED>>by Jon Lomow
It’s been over two years since The Black Cat relocated to 428 Preston St. and traded the “café” suffix for neighbourhood bistro status. Disclosure alert: This author had a hand in enabling that move, and continues to have a financial involvement in the restaurant. But I don’t feel that should get in the way of writing about delicious things. Consider that your grain of salt — I’m certain the food won’t need any.
FOOD, TASTED>>by Jon Lomow
It’s an undeniable truth about Ottawa that we love our pubs and we love the beers they serve. So it’s bizarre there aren’t more microbreweries within Ottawa’s boundaries. If you’re trying to count, it’s one. The Clocktower is technically a (brew)pub (as is Les Brasseurs du Temps just over the river). The new Hogsback Brewing Company, although Ottawa owned, actually brews its brew in Toronto. And the local big boy, Beau’s All Natural Brewing Company, is out of Vankleek Hill — a good hour from the city. That leaves Heritage and Scotch Irish, now Kichesippi.