Jeem goes to the Vancouver International Wine Festival

I've always wanted to attend the  Vancouver's Wine Festival, one of Canada's largest events of its kind, and this year it happened, as a gift to Sherry and Jeem. And so it happened that three of us journeyed downtown, by transit of course, on a fine early spring afternoon.
















The festival started in 1979 as a smallish fund raising event for the Vancouver Playhouse Theatre Company. Then, it was a two day event held at Hycroft, the mansion owned by the Vancouver University Women's Club. In 1988 the venue changed to the Vancouver Convention Centre, where it has remained, and today its primary charitable partner is Bard on the Beach.





This is no longer a small two day event. It is a big deal indeed. Thousands of people attend throughout the ten days of the festival. Special event tickets are sold out months in advance.















There are people everywhere. Queues form for almost everything, oddly reminiscent of Expo 86.






The price of admission gets pours at tens and tens of wineries, and some complimentary snack foods too (much needed with all that wine), and with the wine pouring freely, so to speak, Jeem was soon into the whole experience. Or debacle.

The main focus of our afternoon was the wines of Australia, the feature nation of this year's festival. To help geographically-challenged Canadians, and visiting Americans, a large map is positioned clearly to indicate the country, with a special arrow to highlight its wonderful national capital: Canberra.












Australia has some wonderful wine regions and all seemed to be represented at the festival. Time did not permit a full and complete circuit of the entire nation however.

Have I mentioned the large crowd of Vancouverites eager to slosh their way through a Sunday afternoon?

And then there was Jeem to contend with.

At a certain stage, the tastings, at least for Jeem, became confusing. "What exactly am I trying now, and what was the one I just finished?" and  "Am I still in Oz or have we entered Argentina?" were constant questions.

Hmmm.... Who let this guy in?

A notable highlight for the three of us was the wonderful Mad Fish Sauvignon Blanc Semillon. From Burch Family Wines, to which Jeem visited a number of  years ago, this refreshing wine features abundant fruit flavours and a citrus richness. The wine comes from the Margaret River region of Western Australia, and priced under $20, it's a great value.











A  BC winery that impressed us, for their whites, was 8th Generation Vineyard from Summerland. The owners are originally from Germany and their wines have a European flair. Stefanie and Bernd Schales have a passion for their craft that was truly intoxicating. Stefanie is a 10th generation winegrower, while Bernd is an 8th generation winemaker. They are the first generation from their families to create wines in the New World and their winery is one to watch.











All too soon it seemed, though not before stops in the Okanagan, France and Argentina, it was time to leave. Time in fact to pick up a free transit pass for the journey home. And not a minute too soon given all the wine consumed.













Possibly too late for Jeem however. Can't take him anywhere.

Photos by Jim Murray. 

Copyright 2015.

Man-down image staged. Photo by Susan Dickson.

Jeem was not harmed in the making of this post.

Great lunch spot ~ The Smokehouse Sandwich Co. in Richmond

One day last week my daughters picked me up at work for lunch. The three of us went to a place my daughters have been raving about for several months; a place where the owners know my daughters by name, which tells you something I suppose.

The Smokehouse Sandwich Co is located in a small strip mall on Westminster Hwy in Richmond. It is out of the way, off the beaten track, and if you are driving too fast, as far too many do in this city, you might miss it altogether, and that would be a shame.

Clean and airy, with a country-kitchen-look going on, this is a wonderful place for lunch. You can have anything you want as long as it is a sandwich: Beef, chicken, portobello mushroom, pulled pork and pork belly are the choices and judging by the plates that went by, all appear delicious.













This is a family-operated business. On the day we dined, June was on the front counter and her son Rico was making the sandwiches.

House-made potato crisps are available, with some wonderful sauces to add as you see fit. There are several house-made drinks for sale (tea or fruit concoctions), and complimentary spring water is provided.  A rarity, the Smokehouse Sandwich Co offers nothing in the way of soft drinks or bottled waters: a good thing.


When it came time to order I decided on a smoked beef sandwich called the Samson. I was then offered the choice of the regular size, which my daughters thought prudent, or the double-meat size, which I thought would be more appropriate for a lunch meal.

It turned out to be a rather large sandwich indeed. "Can you eat all that Dad?" What kind of question is that I wondered to myself. I didn't come here to look at it.

The sandwich was delicious.









I tired one of my daughter's chicken sandwiches and it too was highly agreeable.




It was a great luncheon. My companions were pleasant of course, the surroundings inviting, the service friendly, and the sandwiches simply wonderful. Being Coke and Pepsi -free is a bonus too. It could well be the best sandwich shop on this side of the Fraser River.

The place might be away from the city-centre, but the restaurant filled with repeat patrons as we ate. And in my case, ate and ate.

Photos by Jim Murray. Copyright 2015.

What colours do you see, and why is it so hard to see black and blue?

The Salvation Army (of all people) in South Africa has turned the what-colour-is-the-dress conversation into something else entirely. It is a brilliant ad campaign that might possibly eclipse the dumb question originally asked about what colours we see on the dress.

In Canada, Niki Ashton, Official Opposition Critic for Aboriginal Affairs, sent out an email today that included these facts:

More than half the women you see will experience violence at some point in their lives, and that shocking reality is three times more likely for Indigenous women.

There have been more than 1200 documented cases of missing and murdered Indigenous women in Canada over the last 30 years.

While thousands of Canadians have called on Stephen Harper to call a national inquiry into this tragedy, he has refused to act.

We need to ask why it's so hard for our Prime Minister to see black and blue, especially when it applies to Canada's First Nations.

What colours do you see?

Copyright 2015 by Jim Murray.