The Tummy Hit List – Vancouver, BC

One morning a month ago, I woke up and thought to myself, “Fuck it, imma eat the Pacific Northwest.” (Quickly followed by “fuck it, imma put two teabags in my teacup today YOLO.”)

A gorgeous coastal city with a vibrant immigrant community and a food scene that reflects it , Vancouver, BC was my no-brainer choice for the first stop on the road to Ultimate Tummy Satisfaction. As the day of my departure draws near (August 7), I present to you – in my typical anal fashion – my Tummy Hit List!

Lookin' delicious, Vancouver!

Lookin’ good, Vancouver!

Now, dear reader, this is much more than just a list – it is a fucking WAR CRY  straight from my stomach. And despite what this list says, nothing is set in stone. If I finish eating at one place and crave for more, you can be sure I will take a bite out of the next person I see CAN’T STOP WON’T STOP OH YEAH.

Perhaps I’ve said too much. Anyway, here is the list.

Vancouver, BC

Day 1


Sex in a sandwich.

Lunch: Meat and Bread @ 370 Cambie Street

I am a simple woman – I like carbohydrates and meat. I like them even better when they’re together.

Dinner: The Salt Tasting Room @ 45 Blood Alley  Square

Charcuterie and seasonal wines make my heart sing. (Also, you can totally tell I was drawn to this place with it’s super safe-sounding location for a solo female traveler!)

Ooo purdy!

Ooo purdy!

Day 2

Breakfast: The Twisted Fork @ 1147 Granville Street

The only thing I love more than social justice and working with youth is breakfast food. Solidarity can wait – banana-stuffed French Toast can’t.

A trendy breakfast joint in downtown Vancouver!

A trendy breakfast joint in downtown Vancouver!

Lunch: Toshi Sushi @ 181 E 16th Ave

Recommended by a co-worker of a very close friend of mine. Looking forward to checking it out and frightening strangers with how much food I can eat!

Sushi does my body good.

Sushi does the body good.

Dinner: Guu Izakaya Original @ 838 Thurlow Street

The first izakaya to open in Vancouver in 1993 with an excellent reputation for its combination of traditional izakaya fare and high quality drank!

Picture this: My ass cheeks firmly planted in one of those seats in the next week.

Picture this: My ass cheeks firmly planted in one of those seats in the next week.

If you didn’t begin salivating mid-way through this post, then you aren’t really alive.

Stay tuned for the Seattle edition of the Tummy Hit List! Until next time.


With Love,



How to Pack Toiletries Like It Ain’t No Thang

Hi all! Following my last, bare–it-all post on what’s inside my toiletry bag, I have now for you a few tips on how to pack your own bag with style and ease.

Tip #1 Become familiar with the TSA guidelines for carry-in liquids.

This is especially important if you’re traveling carry-on only. I have seen grown folks tear up at the TSA check lines when their full-sized body lotions or hair sprays are confiscated and thrown away. (I mean, I can’t be the only one that cries right??)

I want you to be intimate with this chart. Embrace it. Make prolonged eye contact with it.

I want you to be intimate with this chart. Embrace it. Make prolonged eye contact with it.

Tip #2 Decide what liquid toiletries you want to bring with you.

If you’re staying at hotel with soap and shampoo provided, you might be able to skip out on bringing those. If not, plan on packing the essentials: shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste, body wash, etc. Fewer toiletries = fewer things that could break and leak in your bag!

Tip #3 …But only pack what you’ll actually use.

Before packing my own toiletry bag, I went through all the products I wanted to bring, one by one and asked myself, “Would I cut a bitch for a few seconds to put mascara on?” I would. Into my toiletry bag it goes!

Be honest with yourself and remember that you’re on vacation! For example, “Would I cut a bitch for a few seconds to shave my legs?” Nope. Out goes the shaving cream! (Leg hair, don’t care.)

Tip #4 Find the right containers for your products to reduce breaking and leaking!

Creamier products are less likely to leak but may be more difficult to get out of travel-sized containers. Using wide-mouthed containers for creams help eliminate that difficulty. Liquidy-liquids are best stored in bottle-type containers and packed near the middle of the rest of your toiletries, so as to cushion it while the bag’s being jostled around.

Tip #5 Remember, (depending on your destination) you can always buy anything you weren’t able to pack at a local drugstore.

So don’t sweat it and enjoy your vacation!

And there you have it – Toiletry Nirvana.

Namaste, bitches.

With Love,


What’s in My Toiletry Bag?

‘Sup. I figured ya’ll be voyeuristic fucks, so here’s a quick post on what toiletries I’m taking with me on vacation. Tips on how to pack your own bag will come shortly!

For some folks out there, trying new bath products at their destination’s hotel is one of the small perks of vacationing. I am not in that group of people.

First of all, I’m an admitted product whore and a creature of habit – I know what I like and sweet baby jesus lord in heaven help you if you try to change it up for me, because i will cut u.

Second of all, I’m staying in hostels my entire vacation and unlike pricier digs, they don’t offer amenities like shampoo, conditioner or body wash for me to use even if I wanted to use them.

And since I will be flying carry-on only, I have to be extremely mindful of TSA’s 3-1-1 rule for carry-on liquids, which includes much of my toiletries.

Everything you see below is compatible with TSA’s 3-1-1 rule (and packed not 1, not 2, but 3 weeks ahead of time because I am an extremely anal and excitable woman).

Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sun and stars. My toiletry bag.

Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sun and stars. My toiletry bag.

My sweetass neon orange bag is from Flight 001’s X-Ray Quart Bag line and comes in other visually aggressive colors like neon pink, neon green and non-offensive clear. I love this bag because it fits a ton of stuff and its zippered top feels super secure and leak-proof.

Strong, sturdy and secure. Wish I could find a man like dat.

Strong, sturdy and secure. Wish I could find a man like dat.

And now, a few of my favorite products.

Spread eagle, just the way you like it.

Spread eagle, just the way you like it.

Front row, from left to right:

Toothpaste, Facial Cleanser (Shiseido White Lucent Brightening Cleansing Foam – goddamn that was a long name), Makeup Primer (Shiseido something), Foundation (Chanel Perfection Lumiere –  worth every penny), Face Moisturizer (The Body Shop Seaweed Mattifying Day Cream)

Back row, from left to right:

Shampoo (Aussie Moist Shampoo), Conditioner (TRESemmé Touchable Softness), Body Wash (The Body Shop Satsuma Body Polish – smells amazing), Blue Spray Bottle (Herbal Essences Tousle Me Softly Hair Spray), Purple Spray Bottle (TRESemmé Thermal Creations Heat Tamer Spray), Makeup Cleanser (Clinique Wash the Day Away), Body Lotion (The Body Shop Mango Body Butter, Tide To-Go Pen

Not shown: mascara and travel-sized contact lens solution

As you may have noticed, I am a huge fan of humangear‘s GoTubbs and GoToobs. They’re expensive but they do an excellent job at keeping everything leak-proof and are adorable as fuck. (That last reason has justified many purchases in my life.)

And there you have it! Everything liquid that could possibly touch my heavenly body in Vancouver and Seattle, all in one quart-sized bag for your voyeuristic viewing pleasure.

Satisfied? Thought so.

With Love,


On Word Play and Food Porn

Hi! Since my epic solo travels don’t begin until early August, I figure it’d be nice to lay out early on what ya’ll can expect from the blog – from how often I plan on updating, to what I plan on writing about – along with other juicy morsels of knowledge. Enjoy.

The 6 Things You Can Expect From This Blog:

1) 300 to 500-word blog posts on whatever the fuck I want (generally travel and food-related) about 2x a week.

Will I publish two posts in two consecutive days or will I spread ’em out wide like dollar bills on a stripper’s ass? Who knows. We’ll find out.

#eggtarts #freshoutofthetheoven #nomakeup #nofilter #gonewild (Taken at the Hong Kong Lounge II in SF.)

#eggtarts #freshoutofthetheoven #nomakeup #nofilter #gonewild (Taken at the Hong Kong Lounge II in SF.)

2) Daily posts and amateur food porn come August 7 – 11, when I’m actually traveling!

Everything up until then is like foreplay. Very wordy foreplay.

3) Blood.

I’m a meat eater and plan to consume my weight in animal products during my vacation. I also like knowing something had to die for me to eat it. (Yeah, I was that girl in high school.)

4) Alcohol.

Sometimes my meal of choice.

5) Graphic language, sensationalistic titles and cheap glamour.

Just tryna be true to myself. Here is a link to a picture of a box full o’ kittens to make up for it, if you’re so inclined.

6) Loose women.

Just kidding. It’s just me – and I’m loose enough as it is. (Just kidding, mom!) (Just kidding again – my mom doesn’t know about this blog. Omg can you imagine??)

Until next time! Here’s a picture of me enjoying a skirted steak at Bocadillo’s to tide you over, you filthy whores, you.

If you think this is hot, you should have seen what I did to that plate 10 seconds after.

If you think this is hot, you should have seen what I did to that plate 10 seconds after.

With Love,


Why the Fuck Not?

Hi! My name is Katherine and come August, I’m jetting off to Vancouver, BC and Seattle, WA on a solo adventure of gastronomic proportions.

Vancouver, British Columbia: a riddle wrapped in bacon, shrouded in mystery inside maple syrup. A delicious enigma.

Vancouver, British Columbia: a riddle wrapped in bacon, shrouded in mystery inside maple syrup. A delicious enigma.

If you told me a month ago that I’d be going on a week-long solo trip to Canada and Washington, I would have LAUGHED IN YOUR FACE. You see my dear reader… I am not a very adventurous person at all.

Outside of my colorful exploits in social activism and allusions to BDSM clubs I may or may not have gone to in times past, I am at heart, an introverted foodie whose idea of a good Friday night is lying in bed with my laptop, watching cat videos and balancing a burrito between my breasts so I can sip my beer without getting up.

Seattle, Washington: a riddle wrapped in salmon, shrouded in mystery inside an oyster bar.

Seattle, Washington: a riddle wrapped in salmon, shrouded in mystery inside an oyster bar.

Despite living in one of the most exciting food scenes in America, I’m in bad rut. Plain and simple. More often than not this year, I’ve pussied out of trying new restaurants or even different items on a menu out of fatigue from work or school, or for the sake of routine.

These are all pretty legit reasons but in reality, I’ve gotten comfortable with putting off experiencing new things. I have grown accustomed to waiting for the “perfect time” to go, or the “right” words to say – only to end up never going anywhere or speaking at all.

For example, there’s this cozy, little wine bar a block away from my house that I have never been to. Never! I’ve lived in the same house for over a year and I still haven’t found “the right time” to go or anyone to go with when I wanted to. How fucking sad is that?

San Francisco, CA. Home base.

San Francisco, CA. Home base.

So why now?

Well, because I’m fucking tired of not doing things. Because there is no such thing as “perfect timing.” Because I want to. Because WHY THE FUCK NOT?

If variety is the spice of life, then I have been subsisting on motherfucking blanched vegetables.

NO. MORE. Come August, I am taking a month-long sabbatical from work to attend back-to-back trainings for 2 weeks for school. But before those trainings, I am taking a meaty bite out of Vancouver & Seattle. I’ve bought my plane tickets, booked my hostels and even made a Google Doc. Shit is official yo.

For the first time in a long time, you won’t be able to find me watching cat videos with no pants on in my room. I will instead be in Vancouver and Seattle, watching cat videos on my smartphone against a new city skyline while stuffing my face with poutine or slurping Happy Hour oysters, and sipping a microbrew out of a straw, nestled in between my breasts.

Ahhh, variety.

Motherfucking poutine, ya'll. #NSFW

Motherfucking poutine, ya’ll. #NSFW

With Love,